Parenting, Pregnancy, Uncategorized

And a baby was born…

I was 41 weeks and 1 day with an appointment scheduled at the hospital the next day to assss me and set a date for induction when I awoke at 5.30am to my first contraction. I wasn’t surprised as I had been feeling quite a bit of pressure the night before and figured something would happen soon. The first few hours were painful and at 10.30am after five hours we headed to the birth centre to meet with the midwife. Contractions were three minutes apart but bearable as I’d had time to adjust to the pain, I was 3cm dilated and advised to wait until dinner time and give the contractions time to become stronger and longer before coming back in.

The afternoon wasn’t too bad. I was mostly able to breathe through the pain. Late afternoon they became stronger and longer and we headed back to the birth centre to see the midwife again at about 7pm. My waters had been leaking since about midday but my contractions were seven minutes apart and I was still 3cm. We went back home at 8pm to have dinner and try and get some sleep in between contractions. If nothing changed overnight then we were to go to the hospital in the morning. 

Two hours later at 10pm the contractions really stepped up. They were strong and they were long. I couldn’t breathe through it, I was screaming and crying from the pain and so we called the midwife (who could very clearly hear me haha) and were instructed to go to the hospital. As soon as I stood up I started feeling the need to push and the car ride over felt like half an hour of hell. As soon as we got there they hooked me up to monitor baby and my contractions and I finally got some relief with the gas, though not a whole lot. I was still only getting about two contractions in ten minutes but I was transferred to a delivery suite and after about an hour, Jackson was born at 12.55am weighing in at 8lb 12oz.

Mum cried. My husband cried. I was just so thankful it was over and I had my boy in my arms. Then it was back on the gas as I’d sustained a second degree tear and needed suturing. After what felt like forever I was stitched up and after skin to skin and the first feed I was able to go and shower, although I accidentally spent too long in there because it felt so good and ended up fainting. Thankfully I didn’t rip open my stitches and after some food and drink I felt much better. Once the midwife finished her notes we were given the all clear to head back to the birth centre with our little man. 

Parenting, Uncategorized

Time Flies

My pregnancy has flown by. Seriously, where did all the time go? One minute it’s July and we’ve only just found out about the life growing inside me and then boom, I blink and it’s suddenly February. What.

I’m now 36 weeks and time doesn’t seem to be slowing down like everyone says it does. Sure, the day feels like it drags a bit (especially now that I’m off work) but the weeks are still passing by with a decent amount of speed. Our baby will be here in no time and that is both exciting and terrifying.

Seriously though, it’s terrifying.

In roughly 4 weeks, we will be responsible for a tiny human that depends on us entirely. We’re both completely new at this and no matter how prepared we think we are, no matter how ready we feel, I don’t think anyone is ever truly ready to be a parent. No amount of reading can prepare you for what actually lies ahead. There’ll be things we end up doing as parents that we swore we never would back in our days of blissful ignorance. There will be times where we questions ourselves and our abilities. Are we doing the right thing? Are we being good parents? There will be tears, there will be tantrums. We’ll make mistakes. I’m no idiot – I know parenting is hard, but I also realise that I really cannot comprehend exactly how  hard it is until I experience it for myself.

But it’s also seriously exciting.

We tried for this baby for 14 months. As I write this, he is kicking around in there. There’s a baby inside me. Holy shit. For the past eight months he has been growing in there, developing all that he will need for when he enters this world and oh my god, am I excited to meet him. What will he look like? What will he smell like? What will he sound like? He knows my voice, he knows Charles’ voice, he knows my heartbeat. He knows me pretty well by now, soon it will be our turn to get to know him. Soon, we will hold him. Soon, the baby’s room will not be empty. Soon, our family of two will be three.

Really fucking soon.