I think anyway ... let me just do my 11th test, just to be sure!
After getting married and enjoying a magical honeymoon, children were the next and most important step my husband and I wanted to take. It was something that we had spoken about for years as if it were a distant milestone that would never actually come around. A little like when you are young you think,
On 22nd February my husband delivered or should I say 'caught' our gorgeous little Charlotte at home. I was 41+3. She weighed 7lb 9oz.
After a 10 hour painful birth with my first child I decided to try hypnobirthing. My husband and I completed a Babies in Waiting antenatal course with Karen in Hockley and it wasn't until this course that I even considered a home birth but after everything I learnt I understood why home was the best place.
I’ve been inspired by #worldbreastfeedingweek to write this blog. I’m feeling reflective probably because I’m soon to come to the end of my breastfeeding journey forever. My attitude towards breastfeeding has completely changed over the past 8 years.
On Saturday 2nd June (6days earlier than our 'guess date'), I had spent the early part of the morning resting in my 'nest' I had made for labour and birth. Little did I know, (or perhaps instinctively I did) that within a few hours we would meet our beautiful little boy.
Our Sunday back in July 2016 started like any other, carefree and chilled out. We went about our usual day of odd jobs around the house, I did some food shopping – Kimberly didn’t feel she wanted to come which was an early indicator of her labour being on its way. Instead she stayed at home and baked a labour cake, we even had a roast dinner right before things really got going!
This was my third baby, my first had been a calm experience in the Portland. I had a mobile epidural which I refused my second dose of as I didn’t enjoy the feeling of the medicine, I felt itchy and spaced out. The nurse encouraged me to have half my dose and I agreed, I was 25 at the time. I had a boy 7lbs 3oz I felt no tummy contractions but all of the down below area. I was stitched with no pain relief as my doctor forgot!
30.01.17 - our guess date. We had our final midwife appointment and talked about 'signs' that might mean our little boy would make an appearance soon. I'd spent the day cleaning the kitchen, packing my hospital bag (just in case) and finished preparing the nursery. We laughed about my emotional outburst when my Husband (Tom) 'threw' his drink all over the kitchen I had just cleaned ... although if you ask him or any other rational being he had only really spilt a small amount on the side.