0711 7.13.09 "S-A.A.M"
Samuel Alexander Alistair Murray
Born naturally in the Rankin Maternity Unit at 0711 on 13.07.09 weighing 7lb 9oz.
The Birth Story
(contains subject matter that some may find graphic)
On Sunday [12th July] during the day I began to have those horrible ripping sensations where the baby was kicking me in the right side. I was feeling ill and had mentioned to Dani and my Mum that I felt like I was beginning to get morning sickness again. We decided to get out and about for a while and my Mum said I could drive them all to the shops. We went to Lidl and as I was starting the car to head home I felt a Hick starting up. I felt my wee hard bump and joked with Sarah that my waters were going to break in the drivers seat. We laughed about it - little did we know I was going to meet our son in little under 12 hours!
When we got home I'd been really cranky; arguing with Mum and Sarah about making dinner. I ended up making a Fry Up for us all at about 2030. At 2230, while I was sitting watching telly with the family I felt like I needed to pee. When I stood up it all seemed to just dribble out - I ran to the loo and everyone laughed at me. They thought I'd pee'd myself; I thought I'd pee'd myself! It never donned on me it could be my waters breaking.
I went back to the sofa and lay down. Within seconds I was crippled with cramp in my abdomen and lower back. I tried to get up off of the couch but I couldn't take my own weight and had to shout on Sarah to help pull me off of my side. I felt another, bigger gush and limped to the toilet. When I got there I found that I'd wet right through to my jammies. The contractions where making me need to poop uncontollably so I was locked to the toilet seat in the most uncomfortable fashion. When I could finally move from the loo I wiped away a streaky, bloody discharge which I knew could be an indication that my waters had gone. I called for Dani and laughed.
'I think my water are going...'
*chuckle* '...really?'
'Well, does that smell like pee to you?' (Holding up my wet knickers to her face)
'... MUM!'
So I watched out for more contractions; which didnt take very long. By 0100 the contractions were coming every 5 minutes and lasting a good minute each. I decided to call the Midwives up to tell them that I could very well be coming in during the night. They told me that I should come in to be sure if my waters had in fact broke; as I'm low risk, if my waters had gone then I'd only get 24 hours to deliver baby or else I'd have to go to Paisley to be monitored. We arrived at the hospital at 0140 and got me checked out. It was evident that labour was on its way. I was to go home to let labour kick in properly. By this point I was having very sore contractions and didn't really want to leave the hospital, but even my mum said I wasn't very close and I should go home and get some sleep.
We headed to my Aunty Maggies at 0230 for a cuppa. I was in total discomfort; standing up was excrusiating as it gave me the most horrendous pressure in my bum, sitting down was difficult as I felt like I needed to be sick, lying down was just imposible with the pressure in my bum moving everywhere! I was stuck, I couldn't move without being in some form of pain. It took me 10 minutes to climb the stairs to get to the toilet as the pressure in my bum made me feel like I contantly needed to poo... but when I sat down nothing came. After a few minutes I was terrified to find that every time I moved any part of my lower body - even my toes - I was contracting heavily. I couldn't get off of the toilet and by this point I was sobbing and moaning through the peaks. Dani and Mum raced after me when they heard my moans getting louder.
'Right. Get you home for a kip, you're causing the household distress.' joked my Mum. She was under the impression that I was just getting myself into a panic. They had to pull me up off the loo and help walk me down the stairs and out to the car. My contractions made it so that I wasn't getting any relief in between them. It was as though I was just having one big contraction that peaked and dipped and peaked and dipped. Not really wearing off to let me prepair for the next one. I was in total agony.
Mum was driving at 20 miles an hour the whole way home and I felt like I was on a roller coaster! I started my breathing techniques and found that it made me feel better to moan deeply as I was breathing out. Before I knew it Dani, Mum and Sarah had started to join in. It must have been hillarious if people had seen it. A car full of four women driving past all housing schemes at 20 miles an hour moaning loudly in unison.
When we got to my Mums I lifted myself out of the car and managed to walk five feet to a green electricity box on the pavement. Leaning over it I felt this urge to dip my pelvis down, my knees giving way under me. My body was pushing... I was totally out of control. My Mum realised, finally, that maybe home wasn't where I needed to be.
'Stop screaming, you'll wake the neighbours!'
'FUCK THE NEIGHBOURS!'
'Screw this - get the Midwives back on the phone. This is happening too fast.'
I was back in the car minutes later and didn't even dare open my eyes. I just concentrated on breathing through. Mum pulled up right outside the entrance to A&E where we were met by three ambulance paramedics out on a fag break. They took one look at me clutching my tummy, hobbling from the car to the hospital and rushed to get me a wheelchair. It was now 0450.
Up in the Maternity Unit everyone kept telling me to calm down... I was only just in established labour and that it could be hours and hours before anything starts to really happen. I knew I wasn't panicing, I was just closer than everyone thought. I was sobbing whole heartedly; the only thing I could say was 'Please, God...' although I don't remember saying much at all. The contractions where rippling through my whole body even before I got to the hospital, so I was given Gas and Air as soon as I arrived.
The Midwives helped me up on the bed so they could check me over. I don't really remember being on the bed for very long. It was so painful to be reclined, so I was offered a bath. The Midwives advised that Sarah would have to wait in the reception as I could only have two people in with me. Dani and Mum were staying to keep me calm.
I remember walking from the bed to the bath while all these hands were stripping me down. It was surreal, as though the pain just took over and everything else was just a total blur. Getting in the bath was agony, opening my legs was horrendous, but lying in the hot water felt great. The water took the weight off of my back and my bum. The Midwife had a feel at my tummy and explained that the reason I was in so much pain was that my baby was in the Occiput Posterior Position; where the baby is back to back, head down but facing forward instead of head down facing back. This meant that the baby was decending into my back passage instead of coming down gently into the birth canal. The baby will have to move 180 degrees and engage before he would be able to be born. My pain was only going to get worse, and by the looks of it, it was going to be a long night - or so they thought.
My contractions were being monitored by how often and how long I was taking the Gas and Air. I was told to take deep breaths when I felt a contraction starting, and keep breathing it in deeply through out the entire peak. The only problem was, after a matter of minutes being in the bath, my contractions would start and then my body would be able to do nothing but push. I was breathing in the entinox at the start of the contraction, but physically couldn't breathe in while my body was baring down. The problem being that the Midwives then thought my contractions where slowing down, not powerful enough and had no idea that I'd started pushing!
They suggested that I move onto my hands and knees to see if it helps bring him down to the front. As soon as I managed to heave myself onto my knees I could feel him pushing me open; I flung myself round onto my back and wailled the place down. The Midwife just took my hand and said 'You could be like this for a good while yet, I think you should be thinking about other pain relief options, you're not coping right now. Do you want Pethidine? Bare in mind if you take Pethidine you can't go in the Pool.'
I'd been dreaming of a Water Birth my entire pregnancy... but I was in so much pain.
'If you think I've got hours left then just give me the Pethidine.'
They started to lift me out of the bath to take me to the bed. As I was straightening my legs I felt my body push again and the Midwives looked at my bum and steadied me on my feet.
'You're pushing!'
'I can't help it!'
She done a quick internal and the penny seemed to drop. From that moment it was all systems go. I told them I didn't want the Pethidine after all... I wanted in the pool. So they started running it for me.
The distance from the bath to the Birthing Pool was about three meters. From point A to point B took me about five minutes, contracting, pushing and dragging the Gas and Air canistor behind me as I went. By the time I'd got there the pool was half full, but my temperature had gone sky high. I leant over the side of the pool and could feel the pressure in my bum finally moving to the front.
'This Baby Is Coming!'
'I know... he's coming down nicely...'
'No... He's really... coming...'
Another little check and my hopes for a Water birth vanished. His head was just moments from appearing. I was rushed to the bed with the Midwife's hand pressed between my legs -litterally holding him in as I went.
'God, this is like the WORST shit ever...'
At least I had the Midwives laughing.
I crawled up onto the bed and ended up being propped up on my knees as the bed was pulled up into sitting possition - hospital bed style. I had a ton of pillows under my front to support my weight, and I was draped over the back of the bed, gripping the bars, Dani, Mum; anything that I could squeeze as I pushed.
The Gas and Air was never away from my mouth at this point. Dani was leaning back and forth to watch as his head started to come into sight. My Mum was watching everything with a horrified expression. She's always Ms Calm in these situations, but I could see my pain in her eyes. As I was pushing I was doing little tummy crunches; dipping right low, pushing down hard and letting my pelvis sink between my knees. The Midwives were right there to catch him if he came.
I remember there got a point when everything seemed to change. All of a sudden the pain was just in my body and it felt like my mind was somewhere completely different. I had my eyes tightly shut, and could hear the movements and voices of everyone in the room. I could still feel the pain and could still taste the entinox as I tore through it with every deep breath; but it was as though I was listening from afar, like it wasn't really happening to me. The most amazingly surreal part was hearing the voice in my head saying 'this is amazing... this feels amazing... i need to remember that this felt amazing!' - while I could hear myself SCREAMING in the background.
When he crowned Dani told me she could see him... I put my hand down to feel him. I touched his gooey hair; his skull felt all soft and jelly-like. He'd been stuck in that possition for a while and the Midwives where beginning to get anxious.
When they told me he was stuck and my pushing wasn't working well anymore I felt my heart sink. I remember asking if he was alright - his heart beat never faultered, and he showed no signs of distress. They helped me onto my back; I remember having to lift my leg up high so that the Midwive could keep hold of his head. After that I don't remember much of anything. I was told later by Mum and Dani that the Midwive had her fingers in around his head and was pushing me down around him to try and get him out... but they didn't give me an Episiotemy; i'm assuming they didn't have time. They just pulled me open around his wee stuck head. I felt myself tear. Although I didn't know that that was what it was til afterwards. I had thought it was his nose at the time - however insain that seems now. All I remember it feeling like was a sudden popping sensation. To everyone's shock, and partial horror, his head emerged with his bent right elbow tied to the side of his head by his ambilical cord. No wonder he was stuck!
The Midwives quickly untied him however, and after that it was plain sailing - one push later and he came wooshing out. It was a second or two before he realised he'd been born; the longest few seconds in my life! When he did finally gargle and start that new born little cry I was sooo happy. Mum was right, all the pain disappeared as soon as I had him in my arms. He was put straight onto my bare chest and although I couldnt get up to hold him properly, I supported him and kept him still on my belly while the Midwives clamped his cord and instructed Dani on cutting it. He was quite white looking from the vernix, and I remember thinking he felt kind of like a little warm dolphin... Dani was in floods of happy tears at the sight of her tiny son - but I was away with the faeries, high on entinox and adrenilin and hadn't noticed. I got quite 'high' as the Midwives set about stitching me back up. I started talking rubbish... and went a little hyper.
'What are you calling him?'
'Samuel-Alexander Alistair Murray!!'
'Why those names?'
'Well... Samuel... cause I had a dream we had a boy and his name was Samuel... now we have a boy and his name is Samuel! Alexander because my Dani [looking at Dani] I love you! [looking away again] MY Dani is Danielle-Alexandria, so my Samuel is Samuel-Alexander! Alistair because my best friend is Alistair... My bestest best friend Alistair! And he's gay too! I said I'd surrogate for him... but FUCK THAT!!!'
At least they where laughing...
'So will he have a nickname?'
'Sammy....Alex...Ali. Samialexali!!! Sounds like a pakistani!!!'
'Louise! That's racist!'
'I'm not racists! It does sound like a pakistani!!'
*sigh*
I kept taking the entinox while they jabbed me with the anesthetic and throughout the half hour period it took to stitch my tear. Samuel just lay there sucking his thumb til I was able to move again. When they took him off of me I lay on my side for him to feed. They popped him doen beside me - it was the first time I'd really got a good look at him. His little podgey face, his wee Dani-nose. He had the puffiest eyes and was quite jaundice, but I could still makeout the blue in them. Dazzling blue eyes, like a cloudy sky or a stormy sea. He was [and is] the most beautiful, most magical thing I've ever seen.
He latched on well and drank for nearly an hour as I slept beside him.
Once he'd had his full I let the Midwives take him away wash and wrap him up. I was led away for a well needed and appreciated bath. Dani was there when he got his VitK jab, he cried, but I never heard him from the bathroom.
Lots of pictures where taken in the time from his birth to when I was settled into my own little room/ward with him in his wee cot beside my bed - which you can see on my Myspace. [myspace.com/trampforsale There's also new video's up on youtube.com/mummylog.]
I had to stay in over night to make sure he was feeding properly and to keep an eye on me. I suffered a tear from front to back, had to get around 40 stitches, 20 internal and 20 external, to repair it. My abdomen split which meant I had to get a bind for my torso to help it pull back together. I ended up with a pile the size of my thumb because of where hed decended into my bum instead of the birth canal. Once I was home we discovered I had a Uterin Infection. And as if i hadn't gone through enough; i ended up with the most severe case of PUPPPs my Midwives and Doctors unit have ever seen...
Still, I wouldn't have changed a single thing. It was ALL worth it in the end. Every single thing. :)
Born naturally in the Rankin Maternity Unit at 0711 on 13.07.09 weighing 7lb 9oz.
The Birth Story
(contains subject matter that some may find graphic)
On Sunday [12th July] during the day I began to have those horrible ripping sensations where the baby was kicking me in the right side. I was feeling ill and had mentioned to Dani and my Mum that I felt like I was beginning to get morning sickness again. We decided to get out and about for a while and my Mum said I could drive them all to the shops. We went to Lidl and as I was starting the car to head home I felt a Hick starting up. I felt my wee hard bump and joked with Sarah that my waters were going to break in the drivers seat. We laughed about it - little did we know I was going to meet our son in little under 12 hours!
When we got home I'd been really cranky; arguing with Mum and Sarah about making dinner. I ended up making a Fry Up for us all at about 2030. At 2230, while I was sitting watching telly with the family I felt like I needed to pee. When I stood up it all seemed to just dribble out - I ran to the loo and everyone laughed at me. They thought I'd pee'd myself; I thought I'd pee'd myself! It never donned on me it could be my waters breaking.
I went back to the sofa and lay down. Within seconds I was crippled with cramp in my abdomen and lower back. I tried to get up off of the couch but I couldn't take my own weight and had to shout on Sarah to help pull me off of my side. I felt another, bigger gush and limped to the toilet. When I got there I found that I'd wet right through to my jammies. The contractions where making me need to poop uncontollably so I was locked to the toilet seat in the most uncomfortable fashion. When I could finally move from the loo I wiped away a streaky, bloody discharge which I knew could be an indication that my waters had gone. I called for Dani and laughed.
'I think my water are going...'
*chuckle* '...really?'
'Well, does that smell like pee to you?' (Holding up my wet knickers to her face)
'... MUM!'
So I watched out for more contractions; which didnt take very long. By 0100 the contractions were coming every 5 minutes and lasting a good minute each. I decided to call the Midwives up to tell them that I could very well be coming in during the night. They told me that I should come in to be sure if my waters had in fact broke; as I'm low risk, if my waters had gone then I'd only get 24 hours to deliver baby or else I'd have to go to Paisley to be monitored. We arrived at the hospital at 0140 and got me checked out. It was evident that labour was on its way. I was to go home to let labour kick in properly. By this point I was having very sore contractions and didn't really want to leave the hospital, but even my mum said I wasn't very close and I should go home and get some sleep.
We headed to my Aunty Maggies at 0230 for a cuppa. I was in total discomfort; standing up was excrusiating as it gave me the most horrendous pressure in my bum, sitting down was difficult as I felt like I needed to be sick, lying down was just imposible with the pressure in my bum moving everywhere! I was stuck, I couldn't move without being in some form of pain. It took me 10 minutes to climb the stairs to get to the toilet as the pressure in my bum made me feel like I contantly needed to poo... but when I sat down nothing came. After a few minutes I was terrified to find that every time I moved any part of my lower body - even my toes - I was contracting heavily. I couldn't get off of the toilet and by this point I was sobbing and moaning through the peaks. Dani and Mum raced after me when they heard my moans getting louder.
'Right. Get you home for a kip, you're causing the household distress.' joked my Mum. She was under the impression that I was just getting myself into a panic. They had to pull me up off the loo and help walk me down the stairs and out to the car. My contractions made it so that I wasn't getting any relief in between them. It was as though I was just having one big contraction that peaked and dipped and peaked and dipped. Not really wearing off to let me prepair for the next one. I was in total agony.
Mum was driving at 20 miles an hour the whole way home and I felt like I was on a roller coaster! I started my breathing techniques and found that it made me feel better to moan deeply as I was breathing out. Before I knew it Dani, Mum and Sarah had started to join in. It must have been hillarious if people had seen it. A car full of four women driving past all housing schemes at 20 miles an hour moaning loudly in unison.
When we got to my Mums I lifted myself out of the car and managed to walk five feet to a green electricity box on the pavement. Leaning over it I felt this urge to dip my pelvis down, my knees giving way under me. My body was pushing... I was totally out of control. My Mum realised, finally, that maybe home wasn't where I needed to be.
'Stop screaming, you'll wake the neighbours!'
'FUCK THE NEIGHBOURS!'
'Screw this - get the Midwives back on the phone. This is happening too fast.'
I was back in the car minutes later and didn't even dare open my eyes. I just concentrated on breathing through. Mum pulled up right outside the entrance to A&E where we were met by three ambulance paramedics out on a fag break. They took one look at me clutching my tummy, hobbling from the car to the hospital and rushed to get me a wheelchair. It was now 0450.
Up in the Maternity Unit everyone kept telling me to calm down... I was only just in established labour and that it could be hours and hours before anything starts to really happen. I knew I wasn't panicing, I was just closer than everyone thought. I was sobbing whole heartedly; the only thing I could say was 'Please, God...' although I don't remember saying much at all. The contractions where rippling through my whole body even before I got to the hospital, so I was given Gas and Air as soon as I arrived.
The Midwives helped me up on the bed so they could check me over. I don't really remember being on the bed for very long. It was so painful to be reclined, so I was offered a bath. The Midwives advised that Sarah would have to wait in the reception as I could only have two people in with me. Dani and Mum were staying to keep me calm.
I remember walking from the bed to the bath while all these hands were stripping me down. It was surreal, as though the pain just took over and everything else was just a total blur. Getting in the bath was agony, opening my legs was horrendous, but lying in the hot water felt great. The water took the weight off of my back and my bum. The Midwife had a feel at my tummy and explained that the reason I was in so much pain was that my baby was in the Occiput Posterior Position; where the baby is back to back, head down but facing forward instead of head down facing back. This meant that the baby was decending into my back passage instead of coming down gently into the birth canal. The baby will have to move 180 degrees and engage before he would be able to be born. My pain was only going to get worse, and by the looks of it, it was going to be a long night - or so they thought.
My contractions were being monitored by how often and how long I was taking the Gas and Air. I was told to take deep breaths when I felt a contraction starting, and keep breathing it in deeply through out the entire peak. The only problem was, after a matter of minutes being in the bath, my contractions would start and then my body would be able to do nothing but push. I was breathing in the entinox at the start of the contraction, but physically couldn't breathe in while my body was baring down. The problem being that the Midwives then thought my contractions where slowing down, not powerful enough and had no idea that I'd started pushing!
They suggested that I move onto my hands and knees to see if it helps bring him down to the front. As soon as I managed to heave myself onto my knees I could feel him pushing me open; I flung myself round onto my back and wailled the place down. The Midwife just took my hand and said 'You could be like this for a good while yet, I think you should be thinking about other pain relief options, you're not coping right now. Do you want Pethidine? Bare in mind if you take Pethidine you can't go in the Pool.'
I'd been dreaming of a Water Birth my entire pregnancy... but I was in so much pain.
'If you think I've got hours left then just give me the Pethidine.'
They started to lift me out of the bath to take me to the bed. As I was straightening my legs I felt my body push again and the Midwives looked at my bum and steadied me on my feet.
'You're pushing!'
'I can't help it!'
She done a quick internal and the penny seemed to drop. From that moment it was all systems go. I told them I didn't want the Pethidine after all... I wanted in the pool. So they started running it for me.
The distance from the bath to the Birthing Pool was about three meters. From point A to point B took me about five minutes, contracting, pushing and dragging the Gas and Air canistor behind me as I went. By the time I'd got there the pool was half full, but my temperature had gone sky high. I leant over the side of the pool and could feel the pressure in my bum finally moving to the front.
'This Baby Is Coming!'
'I know... he's coming down nicely...'
'No... He's really... coming...'
Another little check and my hopes for a Water birth vanished. His head was just moments from appearing. I was rushed to the bed with the Midwife's hand pressed between my legs -litterally holding him in as I went.
'God, this is like the WORST shit ever...'
At least I had the Midwives laughing.
I crawled up onto the bed and ended up being propped up on my knees as the bed was pulled up into sitting possition - hospital bed style. I had a ton of pillows under my front to support my weight, and I was draped over the back of the bed, gripping the bars, Dani, Mum; anything that I could squeeze as I pushed.
The Gas and Air was never away from my mouth at this point. Dani was leaning back and forth to watch as his head started to come into sight. My Mum was watching everything with a horrified expression. She's always Ms Calm in these situations, but I could see my pain in her eyes. As I was pushing I was doing little tummy crunches; dipping right low, pushing down hard and letting my pelvis sink between my knees. The Midwives were right there to catch him if he came.
I remember there got a point when everything seemed to change. All of a sudden the pain was just in my body and it felt like my mind was somewhere completely different. I had my eyes tightly shut, and could hear the movements and voices of everyone in the room. I could still feel the pain and could still taste the entinox as I tore through it with every deep breath; but it was as though I was listening from afar, like it wasn't really happening to me. The most amazingly surreal part was hearing the voice in my head saying 'this is amazing... this feels amazing... i need to remember that this felt amazing!' - while I could hear myself SCREAMING in the background.
When he crowned Dani told me she could see him... I put my hand down to feel him. I touched his gooey hair; his skull felt all soft and jelly-like. He'd been stuck in that possition for a while and the Midwives where beginning to get anxious.
When they told me he was stuck and my pushing wasn't working well anymore I felt my heart sink. I remember asking if he was alright - his heart beat never faultered, and he showed no signs of distress. They helped me onto my back; I remember having to lift my leg up high so that the Midwive could keep hold of his head. After that I don't remember much of anything. I was told later by Mum and Dani that the Midwive had her fingers in around his head and was pushing me down around him to try and get him out... but they didn't give me an Episiotemy; i'm assuming they didn't have time. They just pulled me open around his wee stuck head. I felt myself tear. Although I didn't know that that was what it was til afterwards. I had thought it was his nose at the time - however insain that seems now. All I remember it feeling like was a sudden popping sensation. To everyone's shock, and partial horror, his head emerged with his bent right elbow tied to the side of his head by his ambilical cord. No wonder he was stuck!
The Midwives quickly untied him however, and after that it was plain sailing - one push later and he came wooshing out. It was a second or two before he realised he'd been born; the longest few seconds in my life! When he did finally gargle and start that new born little cry I was sooo happy. Mum was right, all the pain disappeared as soon as I had him in my arms. He was put straight onto my bare chest and although I couldnt get up to hold him properly, I supported him and kept him still on my belly while the Midwives clamped his cord and instructed Dani on cutting it. He was quite white looking from the vernix, and I remember thinking he felt kind of like a little warm dolphin... Dani was in floods of happy tears at the sight of her tiny son - but I was away with the faeries, high on entinox and adrenilin and hadn't noticed. I got quite 'high' as the Midwives set about stitching me back up. I started talking rubbish... and went a little hyper.
'What are you calling him?'
'Samuel-Alexander Alistair Murray!!'
'Why those names?'
'Well... Samuel... cause I had a dream we had a boy and his name was Samuel... now we have a boy and his name is Samuel! Alexander because my Dani [looking at Dani] I love you! [looking away again] MY Dani is Danielle-Alexandria, so my Samuel is Samuel-Alexander! Alistair because my best friend is Alistair... My bestest best friend Alistair! And he's gay too! I said I'd surrogate for him... but FUCK THAT!!!'
At least they where laughing...
'So will he have a nickname?'
'Sammy....Alex...Ali. Samialexali!!! Sounds like a pakistani!!!'
'Louise! That's racist!'
'I'm not racists! It does sound like a pakistani!!'
*sigh*
I kept taking the entinox while they jabbed me with the anesthetic and throughout the half hour period it took to stitch my tear. Samuel just lay there sucking his thumb til I was able to move again. When they took him off of me I lay on my side for him to feed. They popped him doen beside me - it was the first time I'd really got a good look at him. His little podgey face, his wee Dani-nose. He had the puffiest eyes and was quite jaundice, but I could still makeout the blue in them. Dazzling blue eyes, like a cloudy sky or a stormy sea. He was [and is] the most beautiful, most magical thing I've ever seen.
He latched on well and drank for nearly an hour as I slept beside him.
Once he'd had his full I let the Midwives take him away wash and wrap him up. I was led away for a well needed and appreciated bath. Dani was there when he got his VitK jab, he cried, but I never heard him from the bathroom.
Lots of pictures where taken in the time from his birth to when I was settled into my own little room/ward with him in his wee cot beside my bed - which you can see on my Myspace. [myspace.com/trampforsale There's also new video's up on youtube.com/mummylog.]
I had to stay in over night to make sure he was feeding properly and to keep an eye on me. I suffered a tear from front to back, had to get around 40 stitches, 20 internal and 20 external, to repair it. My abdomen split which meant I had to get a bind for my torso to help it pull back together. I ended up with a pile the size of my thumb because of where hed decended into my bum instead of the birth canal. Once I was home we discovered I had a Uterin Infection. And as if i hadn't gone through enough; i ended up with the most severe case of PUPPPs my Midwives and Doctors unit have ever seen...
Still, I wouldn't have changed a single thing. It was ALL worth it in the end. Every single thing. :)