Born Wednesday 16th August 2017
Weighing 6lbs 6oz
I have a new baby boy. A teeny tiny replica of his big brother Henry, however so different in so many ways.
I feel overwhelmed. Overwhelmed with how much I love him already. I want to savour every second with this little love, as before I know it, he will be a toddler running riot like his brother. Time is precious.
Baby George (or Georgie as we’ve taken to calling him) has been born now for 5 hours and as the sun sets, my husband and Mum have gone home after a long day. It’s just Little Peanut and I, ready to tackle our first night as Mummy & baby.
Georgie is snuggled in my arms, asleep and content, whilst I welcome the tingling sensation returning to my legs and toes after my spinal injection. I’m sitting here smiling. Smiling because I did it. I tackled one of my biggest fears head on and confidently went through another cesarean section. Those months of mental preparation have paid off and I feel like I’ve given birth. My body this time, didn’t and couldn’t have failed me.
This morning I woke up to a 5.30am alarm, as I needed to take some pre-op meds and have my breakfast before the 6am nil by mouth curfew. With Henry still tucked in upstairs and my mother in law still sleeping, my husband joins me and we watch Game of Throne’s (priorities, haha). I don’t think we have ever both been up so early without Henry, it was nice to snuggle up before the day began.
After the show, we went back to bed and Henry joined us for morning snuggles, which was lovely. He was then whisked away by his Nana so we could catch a little snooze and he could play with is cars. That morning Henry was taken to nursery by Nana, as she will be looking after Henry whilst we are at the hospital. I wave him off with a lump in my throat, my baby about to become a big brother.
I’m booked in for an afternoon cesarean, so I have the morning to get ready, which is lovely as I looked such a mess following the birth of Henry. I’m hoping these first pictures are printable or at least sharable. I also drink my bottle of lucozade that the hospital provides to keep my energy up.
Before I know it the morning has gone and I am being admitted to the Liverpool Women’s Hospital for my elective cesarean. Following the birth of Henry, that resulted in an emergency section, I was advised it was safer to avoid a VBAC and go straight into surgery.
My husband and Mum both at my side in the waiting room, they make the worst birthing partners, munching on food whilst I’m nil by mouth. There is lady booked in prior to me for her cesarean and it keeps getting pushed back due to emergencies, so we are in for a wait.
I meet with the midwife on call, the anethesis and the surgeon that will carry out my section. They overwhelm me with things that could go wrong (very unlikely) however it doesn’t help the nerves. I’m presented with my robes and pop socks and I wait patiently in the waiting room to be called.
Far too soon, I’m being whisked into theatre, my Mum at my side, as my husband waits patiently in the waiting room. The room is filled with people in different surgical dress up, a pantomime of sorts, with me playing the lead role. Everyone introduces themselves and the atmosphere is calm and chilled. However I am not. My body starts to shake uncontrollably and I’m suddenly cold. They wrap me up as they can’t get a vein for my drip and as a needle phobic, this leads me to shake more. After a failed attempt in my left hand, they try with success my left hand, the drip is in. This for some reason scared me more than the pending spinal injection.
Once the drip is finally in, I’m prepped for the main course, a spinal to numb me waist down. This like the drip takes some time, again my body shaking like a leaf. But its finally in and I’m laid down ready to welcome our baby into the world. If you have never had a cesarean before, your body is totally numb waist down. However you feel a tremendous amount of tugging whilst they pull your baby free. Its not painful, more of a strange alien sensation. If you are lucky like I was, the medical team will talk to you throughout, keeping you calm.
And as sudden as I had entered the room, Baby Georgie is born. Firstly I hear him. Completely and utterly unhappy having been pulled out of his snuggly space. His lungs, well developed, let out a primal scream that seems to last forever whilst the team carry out delayed cord clamping. He is then presented to me over the protection screen and he looks beautiful. Beautiful in a screaming Voldermort kind of way.
& finally he is in my arms, well pushed up against my face and he smells delicious. His sobs subside and I look into his beautiful little face, hey little man, I’m your Mummy…
I’m crying, my Mum is pretending to cry (she only cries at Emmerdale) and I’m so incredibly relieved. Relieved he is safely in my arms and relieved its all over. Well not before 4 layers of flesh are sewn back together and a cut in my bladder is repaired. This process takes so long and feels weirdly uncomfortable, as they work around your internal parts. Its not painful, but you desperately just want to get out of theatre and have some skin to skin with your new baby.
The medical team are amazing. Still feeling incredibly cold and shivering like mad, I’m covered in this incredible heat blanket. Its a sort of sheeting with a vacuum attached that blows warm air all over your body. Its so snugly and I feel myself relax further into Georgie cuddles.
At some point Georgie is weighed and our teeny tiny little boy, is a whole 1lb lighter than his older brother was at birth. At 6lb 6oz’s he’s so small and utter perfection.
A billion of pictures are taken and my Mum goes out to my anxious husband to tell him he’s a Dad again. Its not long before he meets our little guy and our little family is complete. If you have read my previous birth story, you will know why my husband choose not to attend the birth of Georgie. Sometimes we forget how anxiety can affect our partners and I know it must have killed him not being in there.
We are whisked into a recovery room whilst Georgie is checker over. We try to get him to latch on, however this is a story for another day. Skin to skin feels amazing, when he is finally tucked into my chest. I can’t stop kissing him and don’t want to share him with anyone. I also feel incredibly guilty for my first born, miles away at nursery, non the wiser his little life is going to change. You think before your 2nd is born, how can I love another. But you just do. Not less, if anything more.
Once my spinal had worn off, I was relieved to feel that the Pelvic Girdle Pain I had suffered throughout my pregnancy, had gone. Now just over a week later, there is dull ache above my pubic bone, but nothing like the pain I had endured.
But more importantly I haven’t had a panic attack like I did with Henry. There has been tears and ups and downs which is natural, but mostly I have been smiling.
Welcome to the world baby Georgie x