Your Arrival

3rd November 2013

6am...
6.20am...
6.40am...
7am...
You are on your way!

Your Dad and I time the contractions, everything is normal. Its a Sunday, you are four days late and you are on your way.

We call the hospital and they say to wait until the contractions are 3 minutes apart... I do my hair, we clean the house and check the bags are ready. We go to McDonalds and ASDA and we are still waiting...

5pm we decide to make our way to the hospital. Once we are shown to a side room the first midwife doesnt seem to have a sense of urgency. She swabs for Strep B (I dont have it). Apperently never have? There are no pools available and it's a busy night so we stay in the private waiting room.

Im monitered. My blood pressure is too high and they are worried about priaclampsia. My levels settle. The midwife when swabbing and further inspection realises I am further along than expected. 6cm already!

The contractions pick up speed and power. Dad and I read a magasine, eat cereal bars and listen to Jack Johnson. Its stress free and relaxed.

Im given a paraceptamol. I start to use the gas and air. We have a new midwife, the other has left, as shes finished her shift.

The rest is a blur... Its 10pm and the midwife informs me that pushing could take two hours! I haven't felt the urge to push yet!! The contractions slow down and we have a few minutes calm before I have to change position to move things along. I ask Dad to ask the lovely lady for an epidural. Its too late. Your on your way. I feel the urge to push (finally), I push and I feel your head. Next push your out!

10.53pm your handed to me and the first words I say to you are "Hello Baby!" You are taken away, cleaned up and have Daddy cuddles while Im stitched. Your perfect! (Mostly because you poo'ed on Dad as he held you for the first time :D).

10 fingers, 10 toes, pink cheeks and a good set of lungs!
8lb 2 of perfection.