Week 41. Baby is HERE!!!
Well it finally happened. We got our little wish and our baby was born this week. We always knew there was a possibility it would happen this week. Regardless of what the baby wanted as we had a back-up plan, an elective c section booked for 03rd April.
The week got off to a bit of a rocky start. I’m not sure whether the impending surgery was making me anxious but I started to feel really unwell. I went for a super hot Nando’s on Wednesday night with a couple of the girls. Another attempt to help this baby arrive of its own free will! Afterwards we went to the cinema to watch beauty and the beast. When I was pregnant with Thomas I remember my contractions starting at the cinema so I was hoping for the same luck this time. It was worth a try and a good excuse to watch the film!
During the film I started to feel really warm. I looking around and no one else seemed affected by the high temperature. It was then that I noticed I was actually sweating and my face was wet through! This was not normal and I was so uncomfortable. I stayed to watch anyway, hoping it was a sign of labour starting.
The next day I had a hospital appointment for my second membrane sweep. I also had to sign the consent forms for my Caesarean section which was scheduled for Monday. At this point I was still hoping labour would start naturally and there would be no need for the op. The sweep was a little disappointing. After confirming I was still only around a centimetre dilated (the same as the week before), the midwife said she wasn’t hopeful the sweep would work. According to her baby S was clearly very comfy!
As I was leaving I started to feel really really hot again. Maybe the combination of the bad news and being really pregnant didn’t help. However when I got outside I fainted. As I came to, I realised that as well as busting my knees, I had also kneed myself in the stomach on the way down and it really started to hurt. I could feel the baby kicking still but I couldn’t stop worrying.
The hospital was amazing and quickly linked me up to a heart monitor. They gave me a jug of ice and a big fan to cool me down. I was soon at ease knowing the baby was okay. It made me realise just how vulnerable I was and that it was really time to take it easy. Paul was quick to put me on house arrest. Friday was his last day before paternity leave. It was understandable that he didn’t want to risk me injuring myself or potentially the baby!
Paul couldn’t hide his excitement leaving work on Friday. Knowing he would be a daddy when he went back.
We had resided to the idea that this baby was not going to arrive by natural means and just to enjoy the weekend anyway. We had a little trip to Matlock as a family and it was lovely. The sun was shining so we sat in the park and went for coffee. It was nice to enjoy some time as a family.
Sunday was spent relaxing as much as physically possible so we didn’t venture out at all. The night we took Thomas to Paul’s parents house to stay over as we had to be in hospital from 7:30am in the morning. We wanted things to be as normal as possible for Thomas and he loves to stay over there. Once we got back in the car to head home it hit us like a tonne of bricks…this is it. We are going to definitely have a baby tomorrow. No turning back!
After what felt like a night of very little sleep we arrived at hospital. Some friends had made us a baby mix tape so we listened to it in the car on the way. Such a welcome distraction and really thoughtful!
On arrival we were led straight to the ward. At the end of the bed was an empty plastic crib with a blanket. This was enough to freak us both out completely!! Our baby would soon be in that!
We were the only ones booked in for the afternoon so we were like VIP’s for the day. We sat, waiting to be sent down whilst having various tests and getting ready. The time went so fast it was unreal and before we knew it we were in sexy gowns and hair nets; heading for the operating theatre.
The whole thing was so nice and calm but still quite scary at the same time. There were so many people in the room that I felt a little vulnerable at times but Paul was with me holding my hand every step of the way. I couldn’t have done it without him. He found some sort of strength from somewhere that kept him so calm for me so I wouldn’t panic. Once the doctor started pulling and tugging and I couldn’t hear THE baby cry I went into meltdown. I started to think I would never hear a baby crying. Something must be wrong. But then….
The best sight I have seen in 10 years. The pinkest, chunkiest, baby BOY…I have ever seen in my life!
Well we all melted, in love straight away. We named him Jack Paul Smedley.
No longer baby S or some random vegetable. A real baby
He weighs in at an impressive 8lb11.5oz and was born at 14:31pm on the 3rd April 2017. Ten days overdue!
We’re all so so happy. We even managed to get home less than 24 hours after he was born so get to start our new life as a family of four.
Thanks for reading my pregnancy diary!
Welcome to the world little Jack! Once again Kerrie thank you so much for taking part in this series. It’s been wonderful having you feature regularly and to be part of your journey through pregnancy. Enjoy baby Jack while he’s tiny. As you know yourself they don’t stay little for very long! Looking forward to having a cuddle.
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