This is my little angel Cameron who arrived at the end of April and without him I probably wouldn’t have plucked up the courage to start blogging.
I had a normal enough delivery, some fabulous drug early on in the labour prevented me wanting to kill anyone and then it was just gas and air until he made his grand entrance into the world. Was it painful (hell yes!) I think I need to address this for a second ladies, if anyone tells you that it isn’t painful or that it is the most natural thing in the world you have full permission to slap them round the back of the head or throw the nearest available heavy object. These people are lying and should not be trusted. Do not surround yourself with these maniacs! They either have never given birth, or, are more wired to the moon than you will be should you decide to dabble in the narcotics available in the delivery suite. But at the end of the day we survive it and the pain really does stop immediately afterwards unless you require stitches and the Doctor takes on a lead role in Edward Scissorhands.
Afterwards I was never so thankful for a shower and bath in my entire life and the tea and toast I was brought afterwards resembled a 5 star meal, honestly it will be the most amazing toast you will ever taste, I could practically have hugged the midwife who brought me it. After devouring my 5 star toast and an overnight stay and a few examinations of my baby I got sent on my merry way.
As Cameron is my second baby I left the hospital on route to the nice relaxation of my house and the snug feeling that we are going to fall into a routine since I have been through it all before. Hah what was I thinking. My life is about to get turned upside down, inside out and threw left to right for good measure. But you know something, I wouldn’t swap it for the world. Even with the shocking sleep deprivation I am on cloud nine that I have been blessed with this beautiful little baby to love and provide for. Let our journey begin……
