Hi, my name is mama bear and I am here to hand in my membership card for the 2 under 2 club. I'm officially no longer a member. My little big man has just turned 2 and I'm not going to lie……… I'm heartbroken.
Obviously I am happy that Mr S is a healthy, happy 2-year-old, yet I seem to find myself getting emotional at how quickly it has happened. I'm just not ready to have a toddler. I know everyone says 'time goes so fast enjoy it while you can', but it's true, time DOES go so fast, far too fast.
It been a whole 24 months since the birth of my perfect little big man and in honour of that I'm going to share with you my birth story.
I had a lot of pain towards the end of my pregnancy with Mr S, they never actually found why, they presumed some old scar tissue stretching, but I'll never truly know. As a result of this pain I was induced at 37 weeks.
When I went in to be induced I didn't really understand the process and was expecting, as in one born every minute, a pessary and instant labour resulting in a wonderful birth, and maybe for some, that is what happens, that isn't what happened in my case.
So I had my 1st pessary and went off for a long walk, or waddle as hubby called it. Then my 2nd pessary, at this point it was early evening so they sent hubby home. I felt so lonely and frightened. My contractions started in the early hours of the morning, they weren't strong or regular so they wouldn't bring my hubby in. When he arrived in the morning everything had stopped, dam false labour. So they went ahead with a third pessary and hours later still nothing.
"We're going to take you to labour ward, break your waters and start the drip"
Having my waters broke was traumatic but once the contractions started and the gas and air made its arrival I had forgot all about it. I was contracting for 23 hours with regular examinations and only gas and air. After almost a day of pain I got the news I didn't want to hear. I was still only 2cms and they had to stop and proceed with an emergency c section.
I broke down in tears. Everything suddenly went so fast. I felt like hundreds of people in scrubs arrived. Putting a gown on me, removing my earrings, removing my drip. Everything was happening at once. Despite all the chaos my hubby was right there, in our own little bubble telling me how proud he was of me and that we would have our baby boy in our arms any minute.
I felt so dejected, I had been in labour all that time and I couldn't have the natural birth I wanted. I don't actually remember much of the C-section. I only remember hubby making constant eye contact with me telling me it was all fine, but his eyes looked nervous, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.
Then I heard it, at 5.52am on 19th August my baby boy cried as he entered the world. He was perfect in every way and I knew instantly I would love him forever. When they gave Mr S to us I noticed that hubby had a tear in his eye and because of that I broke down into the happiest tears ever.
Despite the disappointment of having a C-section in the end, I enjoyed every moment of bringing my son into this world. I felt so close to my husband who was amazing throughout. I felt nervous as hell when we walked in as a two, I felt proud as hell when we walked out a three.
Happy birthday Mr S!!
Good day to you x