Let me start with an apology as this is a rather one sided post as it doesn’t represent Wim’s views on the labour but it’s probably better you ask him about it over a pint one day rather than have it written down in black in white!

So.  That’s the easy bit done, a mere 72 hours in Stage 1 labour (getting ready to have him) and only 14 hours for Stages 2 & 3 (actually having him).  A walk in the park.  Easy Peasy.  Not quite, but neither was it anything like the nightmares I’d had for days beforehand (think Texas Chainsaw Massacre).

Surprisingly, it turned out to be perfectly bearable (in hindsight) and at times, hilarious.  Mostly for Wim and Mum who were there with me every step of the way, from the daily frog marching around the block to kick start the process, through two false starts, the wheelchair dash from car to delivery suite and on to coping with my paranoid Meptid hallucinations, my “tingly nose & deep voice” thanks to the gas and air combo and my slight panic when the epidural stopped working and the anaesthetist decided to opt for the locked cupboard solution Fentanyl – 100 times more potent than morphine.

I couldn’t and wouldn’t have wanted to go through labour without either of them around and I can never thank them enough, or the entire maternity team at Hinchingbrooke Hospital who were great and hugely professional when things turned tricky for Milo.  The poor chap had the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck so every push I gave was hindering rather than helping him.  But due to the alertness and professionalism of our midwife Rosa, we had within a matter of minutes, a full Paediatrics team in the room, a safe forceps delivery and no lasting damage.

So sadly we say farewell to Bruce the Bump but welcomed home yesterday Milo Nicholas Roose who weighed in at 7lbs 8oz at 19:31 on 13/12/11.  Time to celebrate.  I’m in love all over again.

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