Happy Friday everyone! I hope you are enjoying yours as much as I am enjoying mine. I have seriously been meaning to get on this computer for days now and write a post however I have been somewhat busy…. Baby Girl has arrived! Last Thursday morning we welcomed our perfect little girl into the world, Hallie Marie Hayward. Weighing in at a large and surprising 8.5 pounds, she looks like her daddy right now and even has his hair. No ginger kids yet… for now anyways. They say it could fall out but for now she is a blondie brunette. She is just so stinkin’ cute too. I lose track of time just watching her! Okay, in the third photo she slightly resembles the Dalai Lama but still, melt my heart!!
So I guess a little story time is in order for how Hallie entered the world! I would like to preface her birth story with one round of applause for all the mamas out there who have given birth without any drugs. You women are warriors. I never intended to take on childbirth without the drugs anyways but I do have a new found respect for you. Well done.
So everything began I guess last Wednesday. I woke up that morning feeling a little funny. I was a bit crampy and just felt different in general. Not to mention that since Thanksgiving, my belly now felt like it was somewhere in-between my legs and weighing a ton. When that kid ‘dropped’ I sure felt it. It felt like all of my organs were dropping actually. I did get through the day though and has bedtime approached, I began to think this child is coming real soon. 2am, contractions started. Not too bad but definitely uncomfortable. I nudged Henry and he groggily told me to go back to sleep as my water had not broken and they were probably false alarm contractions. As he drifted peacefully back into slumber I glared at him and vowed I would kill him right there and then. Instead, I went down to the kitchen to make some tea and Google ‘at what point should I go to the hospital’. It appeared that everything they taught us in our one day birthing class went right out the window. After about 45 minutes, I went back to wake Henry. The contractions were 7 minutes apart and I was in agony. After reading the pain all over my face, he quickly got up to call the hospital. Their answer? Take a bath and eat some toast. Not exactly what I had in mind but I went along with it. Twenty minutes later we were getting ready to go. I must have started feeling a bit delusional because along with my hospital bags, I shoved a blowdryer and a tea cup into my purse. “I will need these” I explained to Henry who just shook his head.
In the car, Henry had the contractions down to a science. He called out when they were coming twenty seconds before they arrived, telling me to get ready for it. Boy did they come! Increase in intensity they did too. By the time we reached the ER I was almost in tears and breathing like a son-of-a! We made our way to the delivery ward and got settled into a room. They quickly gave me access to all of the gas in the world to get through the contractions but to be honest, it did not work well for me. It made me so sick that I proceeded to throw up violently every time a contraction hit! I thought we were on our way to having a baby when the nurse came to tell us we could do one of two things. Take morphine and gravol and ‘go home’ or go to another hospital, get the epidural and have the baby. They were short staffed and the maternity ward was full so there was a good chance they could not accommodate baby and I. Well let me tell you, neither of these options were going to fly. I took the gravel and morphine. This seemed to stop the throwing up except the pain did not subside. I guess I was showing so much pain that the epidural was ordered on the double. By the time the epidural guy got there (is that what they cal them?) the gravol was kicking in too. This meant while he was sticking a large needle into my back, I was head bobbing and passing out. Delightful I know! I slightly remember Henry fighting back a smile and a chuckle as I groggily cussed. For those mamas out there who have taken a trip to epidural land, you know exactly how wonderful it is! Pure bliss. Numb from the waist down bliss. The contractions continued however I didn’t notice them too much. The gravol continued to do it’s thang I took a nap for thirty minutes. I woke up as the throwing up came back, with my water breaking simultaneously. It was go time! After all of that, it went really fast. I think Henry was more involved than we had intended. The nurse gave him specific jobs of holding one of my legs up. Oh and cutting the cord of course. Before we knew it she was out and in my arms so all in all, I was very blessed with the actual pushing part, it went very smoothly. Some poor women are not as lucky and my heart goes out to you! The delivery nurse even told me I should become a surrogate since I was good at pushing babies out – ummmm no thank you! One thing I can say though is at that moment, with my (chubby) baby girl in my arms, I was filled with so much happiness and overwhelmed with joy. For my next few posts I plan to share the ups and downs of the last week (I felt like a crazy person! Holy hormones!) as well as tricks I have learnt as a new mum and lastly, some favourite products which I have now deemed essential for your first week with a newborn. Stay tuned for baby fun!