Monday, 26 May 2008

Late Arrival.

My number three baby, as yet without a name, arrived at 5.58 on Thursday May 15th. It was a difficult birth best forgotten. He weighed a tiny 6lb 15 0z. He is gorgeous and healthy so I have nothing to complain about on that score.

I have had high blood pressure and been given medication. I was kept in hospital for a while I seem to be on the mend now.

Here's a picture of his royal highness:

This is not the best picture in the world. Haven't taken that many. I must take some more.

Sunday, 11 May 2008

And so tomorrow is D day. You would have thought that I would have spent last night resting as labour will probably start today if the little man decides that he will arrive on time. Not me. No logic here. I stayed up with OH chatting about fights we had at school until 4. Yes 4 am. Then I woke up at half past every hour until 11.30 this morning for a tinkle. I have had disrupted sleep which is not conducive.

I am not complaining. Being able to talk and laugh with my other half in this way makes me know that I am really lucky to have him.

Saturday, 3 May 2008

In pain in the comfort of my own home

Well yesterday evening was eventful. I'd been having contractions since about 2.30 but they were week and very sparodic so I rested and thought they'd quit of their own accord. Not so. By 3.30 am I was leaving my house to go to the local maternity hospital. Needless to say my little bundle of joy did not arrive. I stayed in hospital overnight and had my contractions grow less and less frequent and less and less strong. I could have stayed in hospital, but to be fair I would much rather be in pain in the comfort of my own home so I left.

I have purchased a box of co-codamol and intend to stay at home, when things start up again, until at least 5 min elapse between each contraction. Last night I went when they were eight minutes apart. They increased to every four minutes but by the time I left the hospital they were really weak and approx 10min apart. I have been advised that because of the position of my little man; face forward, my labour will be long and intense. Lucky ol' me.