Be careful what you wish for... (Part 2)
"I was given the option of having an epidural but as i had heard a few bad things about it i was a little apprehensive but on the other side i was getting really stressed out and i didn't want to have a fit while i was in labour so i opted for it and spent the next few hours in hardly any pain at all. The only real pain i felt (not much i must add) was when i had to push and by 8 my daughter was born into the world."
I can't believe how quick the whole thing went. I was laid there unable to move as i was hooked up to a drip with Mel holding my hand and keeping me company. All of a sudden i got the urge as though i wanted to go to the toilet. I mentioned this to Mel and she started grinning and i realised that it maybe wasn't me needing the toilet after all. So Mel goes to get the midwife and she comes and examines me and says that she can actually see the head. Now she had previously said that it could be 10-12 hours before anything would happen. So we were all very surprised when she said this and Mel runs out to get Jay. He comes in and start pushing and not even 1/2 hour later my baby girl enters the world. It was so overwhelming that both Jay and i sat there blubbering for 10 minutes about it. It just felt very special and i felt loved. Seeing Jay's face too - thats going to be in my head for the rest of my life. There's also so many things that i want to say about it but i just can't find the words to describe or pin down the excact emotions - other than 'it was overwhelming'.
The next couple of days are spent on the ward coping with the little niggly pains and establishing some sort of routine for Saffron. Like feeding and sleeping patterns - which right now i think she's got pretty much sorted. I had origiannly planned to b/feed but because it felt so strange and unusual i decided to go for the wimps option and bottle feed her. Which left me feeling a little disappointed in myself and i felt as though i'd got off to a bad start until i talked to the midwife and she mentioned that if i was stressing about it (which i think i was a little too much) then baby would be picking up on it and not be interested. Which made sense really.
So i get let out yesterday and coming home was great. It felt very special (hey that word again :) ) to be bringing her back and introducing her to her cot and showing her round her new home. Jay and I again kept welling up and we were finding it a little hard to believe at times. It all seems to overwhelm us each time we look at her face. I don't think it would ever get tiring.:D
To be continued....
I can't believe how quick the whole thing went. I was laid there unable to move as i was hooked up to a drip with Mel holding my hand and keeping me company. All of a sudden i got the urge as though i wanted to go to the toilet. I mentioned this to Mel and she started grinning and i realised that it maybe wasn't me needing the toilet after all. So Mel goes to get the midwife and she comes and examines me and says that she can actually see the head. Now she had previously said that it could be 10-12 hours before anything would happen. So we were all very surprised when she said this and Mel runs out to get Jay. He comes in and start pushing and not even 1/2 hour later my baby girl enters the world. It was so overwhelming that both Jay and i sat there blubbering for 10 minutes about it. It just felt very special and i felt loved. Seeing Jay's face too - thats going to be in my head for the rest of my life. There's also so many things that i want to say about it but i just can't find the words to describe or pin down the excact emotions - other than 'it was overwhelming'.
The next couple of days are spent on the ward coping with the little niggly pains and establishing some sort of routine for Saffron. Like feeding and sleeping patterns - which right now i think she's got pretty much sorted. I had origiannly planned to b/feed but because it felt so strange and unusual i decided to go for the wimps option and bottle feed her. Which left me feeling a little disappointed in myself and i felt as though i'd got off to a bad start until i talked to the midwife and she mentioned that if i was stressing about it (which i think i was a little too much) then baby would be picking up on it and not be interested. Which made sense really.
So i get let out yesterday and coming home was great. It felt very special (hey that word again :) ) to be bringing her back and introducing her to her cot and showing her round her new home. Jay and I again kept welling up and we were finding it a little hard to believe at times. It all seems to overwhelm us each time we look at her face. I don't think it would ever get tiring.:D
To be continued....