This Time 2 Years Ago…

This time two years ago  our lives were going to change forever, no longer a family of three, we were soon to become a family of four. We were all prepared for the big day and as with Moo’s birth which did not go as expected we had planned on a c-section.

The night before, I tucked my little girl into bed, who didn’t seem so little any more, had a long soak in the bath, and went to bed knowing that the following night I would be a mummy to two little babies. I was up early and showered before 6am and we were out the door before 6.25am. My little girl still fast asleep. She knew what was happening and that later she would come and see mummy and her new baby brother.

I was eager to get to the hospital first as you tend to be on a rota system, but just as we turned the corner for the maternity suite someone else buzzed the buzzer so I knew she would be first and I would be second on the list, unless of course there were emergency on long the way.

After a long wait at 11am I was called down and I was full of a bag of emotions. This time I walked down, with Moo I was rushed down, this time I was aware of every needle being inserted, every doctor, every anaesthetist, where as before I was not aware, I was hardly with it and it was all very rushed. This was calm, this was something different. I could hear music playing, I could hear all the medical instruments being opened and sorted, it was just a jolly nice atmosphere.

Once the husband was in and scrubbed in his scrubs, it seemed like a matter of minutes, and at 11.22am Thor (he does have a real name outside of the blog!) was lifted up  he looked like a chunk and I expected him to be on par with his sister, who weighed 9lb 15oz but to our surprise he weighed a tiny 8lb 3oz in comparison!

Once I was tidied up and I was in recovery, we did notice a slight breathing difficultly which resulted him going down to SCBU. He was there for 4 days before being discharged. His sister did manage to get up to see him and we have the most amazing picture of her holding him, its just a shame he is hooked up to so many wires, but she looks so proud of her brother, I will cherish that photo forever.

We pulled up home and settled the little man in, Moo arrived soon after and there we were, a family of four, four is most definitely better than 3!

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  1. June 18, 2013 / 9:01 am

    awww what a lovely post and one i so relate too! my first was emergency section and my second was a planned section they were so so different in comparison!

    Thanks for linking up with #MagicMoments 🙂

    • June 18, 2013 / 9:19 am

      Yes so very different in comparison! It’s unbelievable how I can look back at my first and think I could have had a second after that experience! But now looking at them both I definitely know why I did it..

  2. June 18, 2013 / 9:21 am

    Considering the reason he was in SCBU it makes me sad he was even in there, but he needed to be there, he was no-where near as sick as some of the little babies in there and it broke my heart to see my boy striving and others struggling..

    Thanks for popping by xx

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