Labour / Birth

It’s a GIRL!

So it turns out the prediction at the end of my last post was indeed correct. That very night became “the night”. It all started around 2am. I was awoken by P with a start! “I think I’m having contractions”! she exclaims!

We called the hospital birthing centre, and they had told us not to come to the hospital until the contractions were less than three minutes apart for over an hour. The following few hours consisted of me groggily timing the contractions using a mobile app, and P taking a bath with me pouring water over her belly with a jug. We even came downstairs and she spent some time leant over her gym ball. At which point our naughty little elf decided to join in…

Anyway, as the contractions shortened I called the hospital again, and asked if we could come. The lady on the end of the phone soon said yes when she heard P screaming in the background! This was it! Battle stations! Lets go! Grab the pre-packed bags and time to jump in the car!….er…not quite. Turns out that our pre-packed bags didn’t have all we needed. Cue to me frantically running around, rummaging through drawers trying to find P the clothes she wanted. Picture the aftermath of this: drawers left open and clothes strewn all over the floor.

Next stage was loading the car and setting off. Luckily it was 5am and the roads were clear. Not much chance of a nerve induced collision with other vehicles. Great! Pedal to the metal! We arrived at the hospital at 5.35am. I pulled up my car outside the birthing centre and P clambered out, waddled over to the door which to her dismay were locked! WTF? P spotted a buzzer and gave it a ring. A woman answered shortly afterwards asking “How can I help you?”, a cry of “I’m having a baby!” came from P’s lips, along with an extremely audible, excited giggle from myself! The doors were opened and she waddled in as I parked the car.

I quickly parked up and ran to join her as she waddled to the maternity triage room. Two minutes later a nurse appeared and asked P to take her bottom clothes off so she could be examined and disappeared once again. I proceeded to help P remove her shoes and pants, and to my amazement I’m sure I could see the crown of a hairy babies head popping out of her var stretched open vag! P even touched it and said “oh god it’s coming out!”, my response being “I think it’s just your bum grapes (the name we used between us for her now massive balloon sized haemorrhoids)”. Moments later two midwives came in and helped P onto a hospital bed for inspection. They removed her now shit stained knickers to have a gander at what was going on downstairs…”This baby is coming…now!” was the result of the inspection, and we were quickly ushered into a birthing room over the hallway.

Let me just say, in the upcoming months we had visited the hospital and viewed the birthing rooms. Eyed up the lovely lighting, including lava lamps and ambient lights, and fully intended to make use of the large birthing pools in the room for a water birth. We had picked our music playlist, and packed a portable speaker and enough snacks to feed the royal Navy for a month at sea. In reality there was no time for any of that! Straight onto the chaise longue in the corner of the room. This baby was indeed coming! One contraction, and the head was three quarters out! I couldn’t help but poke my head round and have a gander! And what I saw was a full set of hair and the back of a head! What a thrill! I was so excited. We still didn’t know if we were having a boy or a girl yet so that revelation was about to be revealed. P was adamant for the last few months that we were having a boy, would her gut feeling be right?…

No. A few minutes of rest and one more contraction and a push, and out popped this crying little baby…girl!! Woohoo! Within a minute the baby had been handed over to mum for that important skin-to-skin time. She was beautiful! amazing! her wide eyes were unbelievably striking. Like beautiful grey marbles!

At 6.06am, our beautiful little girl, E, was made her entrance into the world. We had only been at the hospital for 41 minutes!

The next 12 hours consisted of various checks on mum and baby, at which time I got a chance to experience my own skin on skin time with the baby. The nurses showed us how to breast feed, which the baby did within minutes of being born, and took the baby’s weight (6lbs 14oz). We were then given some time to rest, we wouldn’t be allowed to go home until the baby had next breast fed, so we had to wait until she was hungry again to try and get her to attach to the breast. This did take quite some effort and didn’t come easy, but eventually she managed to clamp on the tittie and get that nutritious colostrum and the nurses were able to check us out. We left for home, all three of us, tiny baby in her new car seat around 6pm.

Labour / Birth

2 Days overdue, The wheels on the bus go round and round…

Our due date was two days ago now. This evening had been filled with what my partner is describing as “period pains”. Of course they’re obviously not with her being 9 months pregnant, but seem like a good a way as any to describe them. Intermittent pains in her back the and left side of her rib cage. Im not really sure what to think of these, and I keep asking get if she thinks they are contractions. But with neither of us having been through this before neither of us honestly know!

It’s been a bit of a rollercoaster of emotions today. P has been in tears several times and gets concerned when the baby isn’t wiggling around. Which resulted in me laying on the bed next to her singing “The wheels on the bus” and other nursery rhymes to her belly for half an hour. Im not gonna lie, I quite enjoyed it actually!

The day has also brought with it a downer as my dad text me this morning with the sad news that his cousin had died in Ireland. They have been very close all their lives so hes understandably quite upset. He came round a few hours later and we spent some time looking for flights for tomorrow, so he could attend the funeral on Tuesday morning. We didn’t have any luck though with such short notice so close top the Christmas period.

Anyway, with all these mini contractions this evening it’s quite possible tonight may even be the night! Going to try and get some sleep now in case I have to take a trip to the hospital in the middle of the night…

Baby Names

We call him Kermit

One day remaining before the baby’s due date and we still haven’t decided on names. Ok, so we have kind of decided if it’s a girl, but have no idea what we’re going to call it if it’s a boy. Do other people usually know by now?

For a girl one of our favourite names so far is the name of a place near the Lake District where we went camping a few years back. A lovely place called Eden Valley. We decided at that point, sat in a field in the middle of the beautiful countryside, long before we started trying for a baby, that if we had a girl we would call her Eden.

If we have a boy I have no idea what to call him. We spent about 2 weeks saying we were going to call him Snarf, after the cat from the thunder cats cartoon, but the novelty of that eventually wore off. Our number one choice at the moment is Kermit. For some reason I don’t think my mum likes this name very much, I don’t understand why…


1 Day until due date

So today is the day before the due date. Of course, this should be and is, an exciting time, however there is a slight dampener on the situation. Myself and my partner are full of a cold. Instead of saying “yay the baby is due tomorrow”, the consensus is actually “oh I hope it holds off a few more days”. Who, for one, wants to bring a new baby home to a house full of germs? Secondly my partner doesn’t relish the prospect of going through labour while already feeling shitty from a cold.

We’re both having an early night tonight, I’m in bed already and it’s only 9ish. I can hear my partner coughing in the other bedroom. Oh yeah that’s right we sleep in separate bedrooms. There’s no way we could sleep together at this point, with a mountain of a belly she struggles to even turn in the bed at the moment. On top of that she snores like a trooper even when she doesn’t have a cold!

Don’t get me started with the snoring we have tried all sorts of things from nose strips, to weird things that you stick on the top of your mouth, to earplugs. I love being close to my partner, but when it comes to sleep that is something completely different. I think things are not helped by the fact that I’m a very light sleeper.

Also over the last few years if I don’t get enough sleep I don’t do too well. It causes me anxiety which affects me quite badly sometimes. This stems from an extremely high amount of stress that I experienced a couple of years ago running my own business which didn’t quite work out. I’ll probably talk more about this in later posts.
Anyway, tomorrow is the due date. That’s right, our baby’s due day is Friday the 13th! Now I’m not I usually a superstitious person, but that definitely sounds like bad luck to me! We don’t know whether we’re having a boy or a girl, but if it’s a boy and it actually pops out tomorrow we could always call it Damien!