Share your labour tales: Three big boys

Last updated 05:00 01/11/2012
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Bronwyn Mora's three boys, from left, Daniel, Oscar and Ethan.

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My husband and I have been together since we were 17 and always knew we would want a family.

We were together for six years before we found out we were having our first son. We were so excited.

I was so ill for three months, then after the 12 weeks I began showing, feeling well again and eating. I had this never ending hole that needed filling. We were also feeling strong boots at 16 weeks.

I would eat a loaf of bread a day, drink 2 litres of chocolate milk and slept when I wasn't eating. People commented when I was 20 weeks about how big the baby looked.

At 38 weeks I developed a rash called pups disease. I scratched till I bled and by 39 weeks I couldn't bare it anymore. I was like a beached whale. I couldn't do anything. The midwife came to my home and saw straight away I was unwell with the size of me and the rash.

I went to the hospital where the doctor said I could be induced the next day or wait. I went with my gut feeling and decided to be induced, as I had a feeling baby might need some help.

I was induced early, was in labour all day and by 7pm my waters were broken. I had an epidural, it went wrong... I couldn't breath as it missed the right spot and numbed my lungs and face. I pushed for 2 hours, no baby. I begged for the doctor to be called.

After baby became distressed and I developed a fever the doctor came. He vontoused the head out but realised baby wasn't able to come. He was in a turtle neck position (shoulder dystocia), with shoulders on the pelvis.

I was told to stop pushing and the McRoberts (involves hyperflexing the mother's legs tightly to her abdomen) was done, still no baby.
In the end it took five people to get our boy out, with cord tearing and placenta manually removed.

I lost two litres of blood and baby was worked on for 10 minutes.
He had an erbs palsy (nerve damage). The doctor said in 10 years it was the worse case of a shoulder dystocia he had ever seen - Dan was almost 4.5kg (10lb).

Five years later we were pregnant with son number two. I was so frightened but decided I wanted to have a good experience and rejected the specialist's advice to have a c-section.

I was induced at 38 weeks and was scanned every week till D-day. I had a beautiful labour (gas only) and pushed him out on the third push. I did have flash backs during the pushing but went with my body.

Four years later I was pregnant with son number three. It was totally unplanned but things started to come back to me during the pregnancy. I was ill again for 12 weeks, ate non stop after that, and he grew and grew.

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The specialist scanned me at 34 weeks and he was measuring full term. By 37 weeks it was decided I should have another induction.
Labour was painful - more so than the second and I had a bad feeling. I pushed for a long time, no baby. We were all panicking, including the midwife.

The doctor came in and tried unsuccessfully to turn the baby - he was in a posterior position and his head was not descending.

I was taken for an emergency c-section. As they were about to put the spinal in I was crying my eyes out. I had this urge of pressure, so I pushed with all my might even though I'd been told to stop. I looked at the midwife and said "it's coming". She looked and screamed for them to not inject. I pushed my baby boy out in theatre with everyone there.

He was a 4kg (9lb) baby boy at 37 weeks. If you have an instinct - go with it. If something's not feeling right - it's probably not. You are the best person to judge your own pregnancy and labour.

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