Okay so this is how the story goes but to tell you the whole birth story I need to tell you what happened the previous day.
On Sunday around lunch time, Ky, while letting our cat in the front door accidentally (well I hope it was an accident) jammed the cats tail in the door and the cat kept running and well kinda skinned a small section of his tail. It was gross and I didn't wanna see it. So Ron dealt with the whole thing and we had this special spray stuff to put on it but its purple spray so we put him in the bathroom so he wouldn't make a mess of the house. Anyway that night, before I went to bed I said to Ron 'If I need to go to the toilet through the night I'm gonna have to wake you up cause I can't move fast enough to deal with the cat whilst I'm busting to go to the toilet'.

So at exactly 2.00am I woke up very suddenly and said loudly and quickly 'Babe I need to go to the toilet' and I jumped out of bed so quick I don't even know how I did it but as I stood at the side of our bed I was just leaking out - it was so gross. I scared the crap out of Ron and he had jumped out of bed just as quickly as I had and I said to him 'Oh my god babe, I'm peeing myself, I can't stop, this is so gross, can you get me a towel' so he ran to get me a towel and I put it under my feet, and it just kept running out of me and then I said to him 'I'm gonna need another one' and when he came back with the second towel I put that one between my legs and waddled to the bathroom. Ron caught the cat and I took my very wet pants off and then sat on the toilet where I lost even more, all this time I was thinking to myself 'Oh my god, my bladder has packed it in - I'm gonna have to carry around one of those pee bags for the rest of my life'. So after peeing even more on the toilet it was time for the clean up operation. There was only one solution - A shower. I got in the shower all the while Ron is standing at the door holding the cat and I stood in there for quite a while until Ron said, with his eyes half hanging out of his head 'are you finished yet?' I said 'No babe it just keeps leaking out' and I asked him to get me a pad. Thats when it occurred to me that maybe it wasn't pee, so I picked up my very wet undies and smelt them only to find out that it didn't smell like wee at all.
So I rang the hospital and they suggested that I go up there just to see what was going on. They asked me if I was contracting and I wasn't and they asked me to take my undies up. lol. We got Ky out of bed and put him in the car and off we went to the hospital with my undies. It was around 2.30am when we got there, they took me to one of the birthing suites and took a swap which only came up a half positive, which had happened to the woman previous to me too so they thought they had a dud bunch of swabs. Anyway the midwife said to me 'we'll call in the doctor to come and check' I said to her 'Oh do you really have to do that, its going to be so embarrasing if I've just wet myself' and she kinda just half laughed and said 'no its ok'
So the doctor arrived at about 3am and I still wasn't getting any contractions and he checked me and said 'you've definatley ruptured your membranes' then he was trying to figure out if my dates were wrong. Because by my dates I was 35 weeks and 2 days and when he felt my belly he said 'you don't feel like you are only 35 weeks, you feel like you are term to me'. So he kept checking and re-checking all my papers then he said 'we should send you to Port Macquarie but because of your previous quick labour its better if you have the baby here than in the ambulance on the way'. He ordered antibiotics in case my waters broke because of an infection. I had started to get contractions (just the silly little ones you can't feel, you can just see your belly tightning) The antibiotics were given to me at 4am and soon after everything stopped. The doctor came in at about 5am I think it was and asked how everything was going and I told him that everything had stopped and he said 'good, the antibiotics have bought us some time'. At around 6am he came back and he had brought another doctor with him. The second doctor felt my belly and said 'she doesn't feel as if she's only 35 weeks, she doesn't feel term but she is at least 37 - 38 weeks'. So they told me that they were going to go away and discuss if they thought it was best for me to have the baby there or be sent to Port. They came back and said that they'd risk me having baby there if I was okay with that and I asked them what would be best, would the baby have troubles if I was only 35 weeks and what would happen, I told them that I just wanted my baby to be ok. They said that there would be a 5% chance that the baby would have difficulties breathing but that they could keep the baby going until help arrived. So I decided that if they were happy for me to be there then I was happy to stay. I was a little scared but I was confident that they would do a good job. They said that they felt good about it they would just need extra people in the room.

Oh sometime during all that mess my mum, sister-in-law and brother turned up. Ron took Ky home to get some sleep before he went to Daycare that day. And the others kept me company. We decided that my SIL would go back to my place to mind Ky if it all started happening beofre Ky went to school so Ron could come back up.

So at 9.15am the silly little contractions started again and I knew that I was due for another lot of antibiotics at 10am so I knew that they were just a waste of time. Sure enough at about 10.15am they stopped again. They then started again at about 11.30am, at around 12.30pm they started to get a lil more painful and I asked them to ring Ron to come up (he was busy cleaning the house and organising things). I think it was about 1.50pm when they checked me and I was only 4 cms dilated and they gave me the gas, while I sat on the big birthing ball in the shower while Ron rubbed my back. As much as I wanted a longer labour I was thinkin that I just wanted it to be over. Anyway when I couldn't handle the pain anymore the midwife said that she'd check me again and I said to her 'if I'm not very far this time can I have some pethedine'. I'm not sure she even answered me cause I got another contraction and she told me to lean on this trolley thing and I said 'No I wanna push' and I pushed and felt a head between by legs so I screamed cause no-one knew but me and I was standing up, so I launched myself on to the bed and spread my legs so she could see and she screamed 'stop' cause I was pushing again and she said something about old scars so I stopped straight away. Then she said to me 'oh you can wait for the next pain if you want' and I just screamed 'no' and I pushed again and her head was out, pushed again and she was completely out. She was born at 2.32pm weighing 2.6kg (5lb 11oz), 48.5cm long and a head circum. of 32.5cm. They put her straight up onto my chest and I was watching her like a hawk to make sure she was ok but nobody seemed concerned about her. I forgot to check if I had a lil girl or boy til the midwife said to me 'and what is it Belinda??' then I was like 'oh yeah' I said 'its a girl'. The whole team in there announced that she was fine and they said we'll let you have some privacy and they all left me and my family there alone. She feed a short while later and had no problems sucking. They said that cause she was early she may have trouble with her sucking reflex. I couldn't believe she was completely ok and didn't need any assistance - I felt so lucky. And I got away without any tears or anything.