I am a little late this month...
NO! Hahaha, no! Not that kind of late, thankfully. I am late getting a post out - and I could sit here and list all of the reasons why. But instead I am going to tell you a little story. Gather round children and hear the tale of my first world problems.
Birthdays. Peaches has a big one coming up, well her first one actually. Last month it was my husband's birthday and yesterday it was mine.
Some much hype to birthdays. Every year your birthday seems to be some magical day - your day. That everyone must give you things and do what you say because it is the day you were released from the womb. There is so much build up to it - but since 'adulting' I have not really enjoyed my birthday. I enjoy the cards, well wishes and all that. That is the good part. I hate that in my head - it is supposed to be the perfect day.
As a singleton I took the day as an opportunity to do exactly what I wanted (within my monetary means). But inevitably I normally cried from loneliness at some point during the day. When I became a duo - that stopped and somehow the task was placed upon my partner. To plan, purchase, put together, bake, make and give me the best day possible. (The poor schmuck!) But again, at some point in the day I would cry because ''you just don't know me, man!''. Now as a parent, having had my first birthday with my child - - welllll. Poor husband worked his booty off just trying to make it the best yet. Unfortunately : Peaches spilled my special coffee (thankfully cold) before I could get a sip in, and as I am cleaning up the mess she pulls a folding chair down upon her chest. She screams bloody murder, I call 111 hoping to hear ''she is fine you are not a bad mother and hey, have a happy birthday'' but am instructed to get to A&E asap. I call husband at work in tears, his wonderful colleague drives him to us and we all haul butt to the hospital. (Leanne really is so wonderful she even sat with us for half an hour just to make sure we were all okay). We are there half the day (enough time for my migraine to hit record number pain factors in my adrenaline come down) and Peaches was/is fine.
The rest of my day I spent either puking or cocooned in our bed. Really not the day either of us expected - that's parenthood!
So birthdays aren't always the perfect celebratory days TV and Film tell us they should be.
It beats the alternative!
I am a Mother.
I had written out the entire gory detailed story on how it had come about but my Health Visitor arrived shortly after and I lost it all. Always press save!
Oh well, no one really wants to read about the whole thing - so I shall summarise.
It was long, it was not straight forward and it ended with the best surprise of my life. The Midwives, student Midwives, Doctors, surgical team, anesthesiologist & hospital staff were all fantastic.
Notable moments :
- Sixty-four hours of contractions and no sleep during latent labour.
- Injuring myself during the beginning of my active labour.
- My “Labour Mix” playing a random selection of showtunes and songs that relax me for twelve hours straight repeatedly.
- Frustratingly seeing my three cheerleaders face go from elation to depression with every push.
- The doctor informing me we were now in an emergency situation.
- Holding my student Midwife’s hand all through surgery.
- Watching “the worst magic trick” happening to my vagina from the reflection in the lights.
- Repeatedly saying ‘shit’ upon seeing my child pulled from me.
- My husband telling me we have a daughter.
- Realising our wants/needs/sleep are taking a backseat to this tiny human’s.
Cue Patrick Stewart’s intro dialogue to “Star Trek : The Next Generation”.
Not an instructional blog but the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth - so help me Mom.