My baby is 6 weeks old today!

Where on earth have the last six weeks gone?
It seems strange when I remember how big I was not so long ago, I felt like the size of a house, how things have changed in such a short space in time!
Now I have my beautiful baby, Anabel Charlotte, I can’t imagine life without her, she is the most precious thing in my life. With that in mind, and borrowing an idea from another mummy’s blog (www.mummydaddyandmemakesthree.co.uk) I’d like to write a little something to my Bella…

Anabel,
Today you are six weeks old, I can’t believe it! You had such a quick entry to this world, but even after the pain mummy was in trying to get you here, you were worth every minute. It has been such an amazing few weeks for me and your daddy, every day we learn more about you, we’re watching you grow, you’re now starting to smile more which is so wonderful it sometimes makes me cry! I know I get quite emotional at times, and when I hold you I never want to put you down, so I apologise for being so clingy but it’s only because I love you so much! Your daddy and I are so lucky to have you, our beautiful daughter, it’s going to be such an adventure watching you grow up, but please don’t do it too fast!
Lots of love, cuddles and kisses,
From mummy and daddy xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

How it began… the story of Anabel!

Exactly one month ago today, I gave birth to the most beautiful little girl, after 40 weeks and 4 days of pregnancy.
My contractions started at 7.30am on Tuesday 14th June, though I wasn’t entirely sure they were contractions to start with! After a couple more, within 15 minutes of each other, me and hubby decided this was “it” and he called work to say wouldn’t be in. The TENS machine came out, and it was just a case of waiting!
By 11am, my contractions had narrowed themselves down to between 7 and 12 minutes, so I decided to call the hospital, not really having any idea what I was supposed to be doing, to be told to call back when they had got to 4 minutes apart. In the space of an hour, the contractions had got quite strong and the paracetamol I’d taken was really not doing anything for the pain! I called the hospital again, my contractions between 4 and 6 minutes, hoping they’d take pity on me and let me come in… good news, they said yes!
So an agonising and incredibly uncomfortable 20 minute drive later, we arrived at the hospital, my contractions having increased in frequency and severity and the many speed bumps to get to the car park helping no end. We were escorted to a delivery suite, all the while my contractions getting stronger (which makes it so much harder to walk!) and I was ‘examined’ pretty quickly. To my horror I was only 4cm dilated! Although that’s almost halfway, the sudden realisation that it was going to get a LOT worse hit me and the tears started flowing.
After the midwife handed me the entinox, it was time for the anti-emetic injection so I could have morphine without the added worry of being violently sick like both my mum and sister. It was just a case of waiting 20 minutes for it to take effect. During those 20 minutes my contractions had got so strong that my body was attempting to push without my consent! It was truly a scary experience, not only was I in incredible pain, but I was not completely in control of my body, one end was pushing, the other was making some very odd growling noises! Luckily the gas&air made me more than a little ‘spaced out’ so the noises coming out of my mouth were the least of my worries!
After my 20 minutes of waiting were up, it was time to be examined again before I could have the morphine injection. The news I received in the following minute was possibly the worst news anyone could have given me… I was fully dilated, it was too late for pain relief!!! Now was the time I was allowed to push, only it was this point I decided that there was no way I was going to push, I believe I actually told the midwife she was going to have to “cut this baby out of me”!!!
After hours of NCT preparation for labour, there are some things I was still not prepared for, the art of pushing a baby out being one of them!! I eventually concluded that the only way to stop the pain was to sort myself out and PUSH! In possibly the shortest gap between contractions, my fabulous hubby (who I feel I had been neglecting due to the overwhelming need to have the gas&air pipe clenched firmly between my teeth since it had been given to me) raised the bed up, stripped me of the remaining clothes that were restricting me and helped me change positions; I was now poised on my knees with my head resting on the edge of the bed!
I can’t honestly tell you how long I was pushing for, I just remember the most incredible burning sensation as she was ‘heading south’, I was told afterwards this was the point when my insides tore, and boy did they! All I remember towards the end is a popping noise as she was born, my waters finally breaking, the pain stopping, then a tiny little cry as my beautiful baby girl came into the world! Hubby got to hold our little angel first while I was ‘rearranged’ on the bed, I have honestly never seen a more beautiful sight, the two people I love more than anything in the world sharing such an intimate embrace, he even got to cut the umbilical cord too, not that I witnessed that!
After being handed my newborn daughter, I had the injection to induce delivery of the placenta, then I had my repair stitches, what an experience, they don’t warn you about that either! While still using gas&air, I had to concentrate on not letting her fall off my chest while I was being mended, a little un-nerving, though obviously with hubby there it was out of the question anyway.
On my hospital discharge sheet, they have written my labour down to be 2 hours 24 minutes, which just seems incredibly fast. I can categorically say though, without a shadow of a doubt, that bringing our little baby Anabel into this world is the most terrifying, horrifically painful, and also the proudest moment of my entire life. I still can’t believe sometimes that we are parents, but I am pleased to say I have the most supportive and fantastic husband who I could not imagine raising Anabel without, I can’t wait for her to be old enough to see how amazing her daddy truly is, she is one lucky girl!!!