Week 39

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.