At 10.55 on Monday 31st January I became a Dad to a beautiful little girl. Here's the story of her birth:
She was originally due on the 17th Jaunary and there we were waiting for that day for the previous 9 months. That day came and went. Then a week had gone past and after a visit to the midwife it was suggested we tried a membrane sweep. To cut a long blog shorter, that didn't work so on Saturday 29th, Wifey went into hospital to be induced. Initially this seemed to get things going and everything was looking positive, but progress slowed down into Sunday.
By Sunday evening nothing much was happening so the next intervention was scheduled which was syntocin. (hormone drip). We were moved to the labour ward and the drip was set up. What folowed was probably the worst night of both our lives as initially the drip started without Mel having the right pain relief. She got an epidural after suffering for an hour and a hlaf of painful contractions. I felt so helpless seeing the girl I love there in pain knowing there was nothing I could do. I camped down on the floor for a sleep on the room.. well on one of the bean bags they use to help someone in labour get comfy.
Several tests were performed through the night and by daylight we were not much further forward so it was decided that a C-Section was the only way baby was going to come out. So after 38 hours of contractions, it was into theatre.
It wasn't long until Mel had received her anaesthetic and asked me to talk to her. I managed to get her to agree to me getting a new TT bike and Sky Sports. (She says she didn't remember......). Now one thing we were taught in our antenatal classes is that the ceiling light in the theatre is mirrored, and if you look up you can see everything over the other side of the divide. Well, I knew I shouldn't look, but I had the urge just for a quick peek. Well, that's a side of Mel I've never seen before.
Then there was a cry and suddenly there she was. My little girl. And hell she had a good set of lungs.
I was shaking as they asked me if they would like to cut the cord. Looking down at this little body with blue hands and feet....... I'm dad to a smurf!!!!
We left hospital on the Wednesday, and that evening sat looking at her thinking. "What the bloody hell do we do now?" Cue lots of fumbled nappy changes and terrible Dad dancing to get her to sleep.
So two weeks later, the sleeping isn't getting better, likewise the dancing, but I'm a dab hand at with the nappies now.
So she's here, noisy but truly love. Welcome to the world Georgina.
