Okay, here it is……the highlights…gory bits omitted…and names changed to protect the innocent.
Monday am….saw doc, had a check, things looking ‘favourable’, doc did a bit of what himself describes as ‘jiggery-pokery.’
Monday lunch time…mild contractions start. Spend most of Monday walking the streets while mum minds crazypixie.
5am Tue….contractions strong enough that I can’t sleep through them.
5:30…….himself and myself have a cup of tea in the garden and between contractions enjoy the early morning sunshine and decide that today is a lovely day for a birth.
6:30….off to hospital. Therein follows a few hours of increasing contractions which I dealt with in my own unique way by trying to remember the mantras from my gentlebirth programme (which I never did get finished) and sampling the miracles of modern pain relief (the same as last time, I started off refusing everything and by the end would probably have gratefully taken heroin – big wuss that I am).
Fast forward through my martyrdom…………(must mention how wonderful himself was…..and how he knew just when to shut up)..
15:40. Pushing begins. Lovely midwife explains about pushing 3 times on each contraction and that when she sees head begin to crown, she’ll ask me to pant to slow things down.
15:45…contraction (or surge in gentlebirth lingo – I remembered that)…one push….midwife shouts ‘pant, pant, pant’…..little head is out already.
15:50….one more contraction and she’s fully out! Like a bar of soap (and no stitches for mummy)!
Then follows a lovely quiet time as she lies on my tummy and we all just pause and wait 5 mins for the chord to stop pulsing. Himself cuts the chord and she snuggles in for a long feed.
It was a lovely day and we’re home now since Wednesday lunch time. Crazypixie has been busy kissing her new ‘baba’, if anything we may have to curb her enthusiasm slightly. Our newly extended family is busy getting to know each other.
Welcome home our tinyelf.