9th February 2012 - part 2.


After I came out the fat midwife with the orange hair was looking at where I came out and said Mummy had a little tear and needed to be sewed up, Mummy was saying "It hurts, it hurts" a lot. When the midwife touched where I came out Mummy screamed and made Daddy take me because she couldn't trust herself to hold me any more with the pain.

The midwife got another few people and they were all looking at where I came out and every time they went near it Mummy screamed and said it was hurting a lot more than having a baby and asked why they were putting things up her bum! Eventually a doctor came and asked what pain relief Mummy had taken and when he was told nothing for the birth and a local anesthetic for the stitches but she was screaming AFTERWARD not when I was coming out the doctor said he'd better have a look. Words like "4th degree tear" and "bowel muscles" were said but Mummy didn't pay much attention coz of the pain, Daddy was too worried about Mummy and in awe of me and I just wanted to have a drink of milk off a boob which I had tried but failed at as Mummy couldn't move for the pain so we didn't really understand what was going on.

Suddenly there was a lot of people and Daddy and I just got left sat on a chair as they took Mummy away (they managed to find an anesthetist - who Mummy told she loved! - a lot quicker than they did when Mummy wanted an epidural!) Daddy and I sat in the room all on our own with blood all over the floor for ages, then they wrapped me up, put me in a fishtank, took us to another room and gave Daddy the cup of coffee and toast Mummy had been dreaming of since she went into the labour room.

I don't think Daddy knew what to do with himself, he looked very worried, eventually just after 12 they wheeled Mummy into the high dependency ward where we were waiting but she looked a lot whiter than last time I saw her and she said she didn't want to hold me because she was all shakey and didn't trust herself when her legs were still asleep, she said she loved me though and asked Daddy to hold me so she could see me and stroke me.

After being put under a special heated blanket Mummy felt a bit better and ate some food, but she was crying as she ate as Daddy had gone somewhere and the midwife fed me my 1st meal of formula milk while all Mummy could do was watch.

Grandma and Grandpa visited in the afternoon, poor Grandpa was already at the hospital getting an operation because he has skin cancer but luckily it was caught early and he should be OK.

Eventually Mummy could feel her legs and her blood pressure was OK so they took her drip out and wheeled us to a different room with lots of other mummies and babies in. Mummy and Daddy spent all evening looking at me and saying how gorgeous I was before Daddy went home again and once again left Mummy feeling sad but also she said very scared because she said I felt like Daddy's baby not hers. She also had a very heavy catheter bag and still had a needle in her wrist from the drip so found it really hard to get out of bed to see me.