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My Birth To Jack

Cute-newborn-baby-picturesWell eventually after what seemed like the longest pregnancy in history Jack George was born on 23rd April 2015 just before 9am.

His birth wasn’t exactly how I would have liked it but you can never really truly plan a birth, you just kind of get what you get. I went into very speedy labour at around 3am with contractions every 10 minutes, by 4am they were every 4 minutes and as I was a previous c-section birth when I called the hospital they asked me to go straight in as I would be needing to be on a monitor for the duration of the labour. Shortly after that call the contractions jumped to every 2 minutes and so lovely husband made a speedy call to the grandparents asking them to come ASAP.

By the time I got to the hospital just before 5am I was in absolute agony, contraction just a minute apart… and only 2cm dilated with Jack’s head still not descended in the pelvis. So I knew I was in for a long and hard time. Fully dosed up on pethidine and the gas and air clamped firmly between my teeth it was just a matter of waiting.

It’s very difficult being continuously monitored during labour as it doesn’t allow a great deal of mobility and therefore labour is really slow, so pethidine was very much welcomed, the lovely floaty carefree feeling it gives was just heaven! I remember being tipped onto my side at one stage as there was some dipping of Jack’s heart rate and lying on your side allows more oxygen to the uterus and so his heart seemed to pick up.

By around 8:30 I started to have horrendous breakthrough pain from my scar in-between the contractions and Jack’s heart rate was dropping again. The obstetricians were called, he quickly examined me to break my waters so they could get Jack out quickly using episiotomy and forceps or ventouse, unfortunately I was still only 2cm dilated and with contractions less than every minute and agonising scar pain I so I was off immediately for an emergency cesarean section.

Emergency cesarean sections are really scary, despite being completely drugged up and care-free one minute the atmosphere changes and all of a sudden you’re being prepared for theatre by a team of people, catheter inserted, surgical stockings pulled on, covered in iodine, drips and needles going into arms and hands. Andy (the lovely husband) was taken away to be dressed in theatre scrubs and I was rushed into the delivery ward theatre.

I was quickly given a spinal block, everything was hurriedly put into place, Andy was allowed to come into the theatre and sit with me… all the time I was terrified, I kept thinking about girly and boyo at home and how I’d not said goodbye to them before I left the house as I hadn’t wanted them to see me in pain as they would have been frightened, I was terrified something would happen to me and I hadn’t told them I loved them… (ooo it’s making me have tears just writing that) I was scared that Jack wouldn’t be okay, it was just horrible.

The operation started really quickly and Jack was born in just a few minutes… but he didn’t cry straight away, he didn’t cry for what seemed like forever.. I kept on asking if he was okay and everyone was telling me he was fine just a little sleepy, I couldn’t see where they had taken him I just knew I couldn’t hear him and it was heart stopping. After a few minutes I heard him cry and they brought him over for me to look at, I loved him, his eyes were wide open and he was looking straight at me after a short cuddle they took Andy and the baby into the recovery area whilst the cesarean was completed and I was sewn back together. This bit takes around 45 minutes which seems like forever.

Eventually I went through to recovery where Jack was waiting for me, he was just wearing his little tiny nappy and so I go to spend a good hour skin to skin with him which is the most amazing precious time, the little nuzzling noises a newborn makes are just beyond compare, I breastfed him and generally spent a full hour just watching him.

Birth is an amazing experience, it doesn’t always go how you would like it to, it’s incredibly stressful and frightening as well as wonderful and as soon as that baby is placed in your arms all the awfulness is forgotten, it doesn’t matter all that matters is that gorgeous little new person looking back at you.

The First 5 Months

Jack is now 5 Months old, I already cannot believe just how fast that time has passed, obviously in a blur as is usual with newborns, days merge into evening and evenings merge into nights and before you know it…. it’s time to get up and do it all again.

I’ve had a few troubles (okay a catalogue of medical dramas….) but that all seems to be nicely settling down and the last couple of days have been peaceful and at last I’ve been able to relax and start to enjoy being mummy to a newbie all over again.

Already he’s quite alert and it’s so lovely just sitting holding him whilst he looks around and tries to focus his eyes on the things around him and the gorgeous little noises he makes when he snuggles up for cuddles on my chest are just beyond beautiful.

I feel incredibly lucky to have him, girly and boyo just adore him and have not shown any signs of being jealous at all, in fact they’ve been really enjoying helping out, especially with baths and well anything that involves water and the potential to make a mess.

So after a little bit of a rocky start I can honestly say he’s settling in nicely now and his little personality and I swear the trace of a cheeky smile are already showing through :)

Jack My Little Prince


This is baby whimsical he’s now 5 months old and he’s often to be found working on his expression of happiness. What you miss from just looking at the picture is the gorgeous accompanying gurgle that goes with this funny little smile.