Ewan was born by cesarean section at 11.02am on Monday 12th May, 2008 weighing 8lb 2
He is healthy and gorgeous, just as his brother Stefan was. They are very similar in their colouring, with dark hair and lovely skin and they share the same shaped nose. Ewan has a different eye shape to Stefan, although the colour looks the same.
The birth was brilliant. Very clam and relaxed and I now have no regrets at making the decision to have him by elective cesarean.
We arrived the hospital at 7am on the morning of the 12th May and we were taken to a waiting room in the maternity wing. We were sat with two other couples, all I presume, were there for an elective? At around 8am, they took us onto the ward and left us on a bed with a disposable shaver and a paper towel.....
Around 10am, after speaking to a number of people, including the surgeons and epidural blokey (who I wish I could remember the name of as he was absolutely brilliant) I was taken down to theatre and Darren was taken of to be gowned up.
I have to admit to being pretty scared, which does seem bizarre being my second time round. Maybe it was because I knew what was coming, whereas the first time, I had no clue.
I was sat on the edge of the bed while they prepared me for the epidural. The needle looked like it was going to poke out my tummy on the other side. There were lots of people milling around, talking to me and asking me questions. They were all lovely, but somehow this made me feel worse. I have to admit to crying a bit out of fear at this point. I was sat all alone with no idea where Darren was, with a big bloody needle in my spine.
Then - it all seemed to be over so quickly. Darren was by my side, we had a screen up infront of us so we couldn't see the pulling and tugging that was happening below, although I did feel like I was going to be pulled right off the bed at times.
Our little boy was soon delivered, did a wee on me and was whisked off to be cleaned up and checked over. He was back with us within minutes, and 30 minutes later I was breast feeding him in the recovery ward. It was all very peaceful and calm and a million times less stressful, painful and worrying than when Stefan was born.
It took us a day or so to settle on a name, but Ewan was perfect once we'd met him.
Monday, 12 May 2008
Friday, 2 May 2008
Week 38
A tough week in many ways. Finally made it into May. Seems to have taken forever. I feel like I've been pregnant for a whole year instead of nearly 9 months.
This week has been a wind-down for me. Not having to go into work has been a blessing as I really am struggling to get about with any great urgency now. Pressure on my pelvis is increasing everyday and baby feels really low down. I've been having Braxton Hicks on and off for a few days now. I was starting to wonder if I was in early labour, but no such luck.
Darren was off work for the bank holiday on Monday. That was a welcome extra pair of hands for me as Mum didn't come up this week. Tuesday and Wednesday Stefan was in the nursery, and I had two lovely days of being able to rest and sleep - and nest! I made pelmets for the kitchen windows (?!)
The garden is now done, so I've spent lots of time there, tidying, sweeping, hosing and sitting and enjoying as the weather has been glorious this week. Lots of lovely sunshine.
Very, very, very sad news that we lost our good friend Amanda on Wednesday to cancer. It's been a short fight since she was diagnosed in January, so no time to spend any quality time together over the past couple of months. A hard reality to face to at the moment. Can't quite believe that she's gone. I will really miss her. The loss of a truly lovely friend.
On Wednesday I was pottering about the house when the phone rang. It was the midwife checking up on me as I had forgotten my appointment that morning to have my blood taken for the c-section on Monday. I had to dash down to the surgery there and then. I've never had a needle in and out of my arm so quickly. Not so bad, as it gave me no time to fret over it. Head really in the bin now. Can't remember the simplest of things even when it's written on the calendar to remind me.
Went for a bite to eat with Roz and Rachel in the evening, which was nice. We did have to request another table though, as the booth they initially gave us wasn't big enough for my bump to fit in.
Thursday was a hard day physically for me. I had Stefan all day by myself. Running around after him is near on impossible now. Bending down and picking him and his things up gets quite painful after a while. I'm reluctant to drive anywhere as reaching for the peddles is too difficult, and I can't push the pram for very long distances. All of this meant we were pretty much house bound for the day. It was a wearing morning with the crying and whining that Stefan has been doing recently. He did perk up after his afternoon sleep and we spent the afternoon in the garden in the paddling pool, playing on the swing and pushing him up and down the path on his bike. I really felt it by the time Darren came home.
We drove him over to his Grandparents on Thursday evening - and he spent the day with them on Friday, leaving me one last day in my own company before 3 become 4 on Monday.
I am feeling more and more anxious as the days draw nearer. Having been through a section already, I know what to expect and I'm not really looking forward to the whole experience again. Luckily, I know that the end result far outweighs the traumas of child birth.
This week has been a wind-down for me. Not having to go into work has been a blessing as I really am struggling to get about with any great urgency now. Pressure on my pelvis is increasing everyday and baby feels really low down. I've been having Braxton Hicks on and off for a few days now. I was starting to wonder if I was in early labour, but no such luck.
Darren was off work for the bank holiday on Monday. That was a welcome extra pair of hands for me as Mum didn't come up this week. Tuesday and Wednesday Stefan was in the nursery, and I had two lovely days of being able to rest and sleep - and nest! I made pelmets for the kitchen windows (?!)
The garden is now done, so I've spent lots of time there, tidying, sweeping, hosing and sitting and enjoying as the weather has been glorious this week. Lots of lovely sunshine.
Very, very, very sad news that we lost our good friend Amanda on Wednesday to cancer. It's been a short fight since she was diagnosed in January, so no time to spend any quality time together over the past couple of months. A hard reality to face to at the moment. Can't quite believe that she's gone. I will really miss her. The loss of a truly lovely friend.
On Wednesday I was pottering about the house when the phone rang. It was the midwife checking up on me as I had forgotten my appointment that morning to have my blood taken for the c-section on Monday. I had to dash down to the surgery there and then. I've never had a needle in and out of my arm so quickly. Not so bad, as it gave me no time to fret over it. Head really in the bin now. Can't remember the simplest of things even when it's written on the calendar to remind me.
Went for a bite to eat with Roz and Rachel in the evening, which was nice. We did have to request another table though, as the booth they initially gave us wasn't big enough for my bump to fit in.
Thursday was a hard day physically for me. I had Stefan all day by myself. Running around after him is near on impossible now. Bending down and picking him and his things up gets quite painful after a while. I'm reluctant to drive anywhere as reaching for the peddles is too difficult, and I can't push the pram for very long distances. All of this meant we were pretty much house bound for the day. It was a wearing morning with the crying and whining that Stefan has been doing recently. He did perk up after his afternoon sleep and we spent the afternoon in the garden in the paddling pool, playing on the swing and pushing him up and down the path on his bike. I really felt it by the time Darren came home.
We drove him over to his Grandparents on Thursday evening - and he spent the day with them on Friday, leaving me one last day in my own company before 3 become 4 on Monday.
I am feeling more and more anxious as the days draw nearer. Having been through a section already, I know what to expect and I'm not really looking forward to the whole experience again. Luckily, I know that the end result far outweighs the traumas of child birth.
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