I've been a little busy having a baby and all.
After feeling "unwell" for a few days, on the evening on August 30th, I decided it was time to go to the hospital, only to have the doctor on call send me home again because I was having "false contractions".
Well, False contractions my ARSE! Hubster decided we were NOT making the hour and a half drive back home and we booked a hotel room. But a couple of hours later we were back at the hospital, and I was getting a shot of nubane for the pain. The nurse still wasn't convinced I was really in labour but said the nubane would get rid of the false labour contractions. Real labour would continue, of course, and did. A couple of hours more and I was 5cm dilated. At this point I was starting to ask for the epidural. A couple of more hours after that and I was 8cm's dilated, BEGGING for the epidural, but told it was really too late. The doctor came in to break my water at 9cm's and before we knew it...
We were welcoming:
Miss Charlotte Joy
Born August 31st @ 7:59 a.m.
Weighing 8lbs 13oz (Exactly the same as big sister Sarah)
Measuring 52 cm long
We are all doing well. Baby isn't sleeping well and I am DEAD tired. Baby also has Thrush which have spread to the "girls", making breastfeeding the epitomy of discomfort but we are getting through. Hopefully we'll have the kinks figured out soon. After all, I do realize how quickly this newborn time flies by and I'm trying to enjoy it as much as possible, even through all the crazy emotions and exhaustion.
And for the record, just because I did this birth SANS epidural does not mean I would ever want to do THAT again. If we should decide to have a third baby, I am more on board for the drugs than ever before...Yes sir, thank you very much!
I will apologize in advance for my lack of postings in the near future as our home computer died and I have only the very occasional moments of laptop use. Stay tuned, I'll do my best to keep you updated.