Apologies

Sorry I’ve been a bit silent recently.  Our laptop has died ans my bb wouldn’t let me post anything.  But I have a new phone (still no laptop) and am able to post a few!!

The weaning is going really well he’s having breakfast lunch dinner pudding and snacks now 🙂 the pudding we spoon him and the rest is blw like I wanted 🙂

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Picture is of little man having his dinner 🙂

He’s now almost 7 months old!! I can’t believe it! Where is the time going? ?

He has 3 teeth and another 3 looking ready to come through!  Still no signs of any words yet though.  But I ddon’t mind,  it means I can keep my baby a wee bit longer!

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The Most Useless

I really must be a very poor excuse of a blogger. I had intended on posting about my labour and adjusting to beinga new mother… however, my little boy was born on December 15th 2012 and I totally forgot to post anything about it!! I was so caught up int he excitedment of finally meeting my little bundle of joy that I just didn’t even think to post anything about it! Useless. Totally Useless.

But here I am, 2 months later I am finally posting about everything!

THE LABOUR.

So my first contractions started at about 4am on the 14th, they were very erratic and I wasnt entirely sure I was in labour. But very quickly they became close together, so off I went to hospital, however, unfortunaltly I was only 3 1/2 cm dialated. Apparently, not all pregnancies follow the ‘plan’ of slowly having your contrations geting close together gradually mine just wernt straight on in there!! However, I chose to go back home and there my mother joined me (I wont lie, my partner was useless so I’m glad my mum was there, later I was going to need someone to calm me down, and my darling Mr Greg was not the person to do that!!) about 3 hours later I was off back to the hospital, where I was told I was 5cm dialated. The relief I felt when I was told that was immense! I was convinced that I wouldn’t be far enough along for pain relief and my mum and Mr Greg had to literally force me back to hospital!! And so I started on Gas and Air, everything was going swimmingly! I the G&A was doing its job, I was bouncing on the ball, I was having baths, I was laughing… then slowly the pain became worse, and the G&A wasn’t working quite so well, however I persevered, then when it got too much, I decided to have a wee bit of pethidine which worked a treat! That along with the G&A I was on to a winner!! or so I thought…. my waters finally broke naturally at 11.30(ish) after much begging for the to be popped (my midwife refused, I was very annoyed) when they finally did go it wasnt a ‘gush’ which was how many people had described it to me as, but more of an eruption… my waters litarally srayed everything in close proximity! Apparently I called my midwife a b.i.t.c.h. however, I dont remember this, I do however remember begging for an epidural, she refused to give me this too, though I’m glad she did, apparently it’s horrible as you can’t feel anything, not even your own legs…

My midwife said that as soon as my waters broke baby would come out quickly, but I started pushing and literally nothing seemed to be happening. She started telling me that my baby was becoming destressed and I needed to really push, though god knows, I was pushing as hard as I could! because my baby was taking so long to come out she had to call the doctor. By this time I was so worried that something was terribly wrong, my partner (Mr Greg) was useless, wondering around like a wraith, my mother (who decided to come along for the ride) was amazing, trying to calm me down and talking me through breathing. In the end I had to have 2 episiotomies and a kiwi cap!! Turns out my gorgeous little sproglet had his hand up by his head, which made it so damn difficult to give birth to him!

I was so shocked that I had finally given birth that I totally forgot to ask when sex he was! It was my mother who asked!! I said all the way through my pregnancy that I would prefer a little girl, but as soon as they told me I had a son, I didn’t care, he was mine, my own little boy and I loved him instantaneously. Though I didn’t get to hold him straight away, It was Mr Greg that held him up to me as I was busy being stitched up 😦 I was upset about that, but I didn’t really have a say in it. I was however shocked at how much he looked like Mr Greg!! In the end Oscar was delivered at 00.27 on 15th December.

All that night I didn’t sleep, I couldn’t take my eyes of my beautiful little boy. I was so scared of touching him, I had no idea how to pick him up or hold him, so I just stared at him until a midwife came around. They wanted to keep me in for a while because Ozzie didn’t take to breast feeding straight away, so we gave him some formula milk and I pretty much bullied the midwives into letting me go home!

I’ve now had him for 8 weeks and 2 days and they have been the best weeks of my life. I can’t imagine how I ever lived without him! Yes sometimes I’m tirerd and sometimes I’m fed up and too knackared to do anything but most of all I’m in love and happy. I’ve realised I never knew what real love was until I had him. The sencond day we had him home he took to breast feeding and it melted my heart to see him feeding from me!

Though, when all my milk came forward I was totally unprepared!! I mean, where the hell did it all come from?!?! I was leaking left right and centre!! Though last week I had to take him of breast as he’s already started teething! I know front teeth are meant to come first, but little Oz has all his top back teeth and a few front and his bottom front teeth all cutting trough at the same time! My poor little boy couldn’t latch on without it being excruciatingly painful for him so we’ve had to but him on bottle (it’s alot easier for him to suck on bottle so less painful!)

Anyway, for now this is it! Hopefully I wont forget post for another 2 months!!