I was 18 when I gave birth to Barclay. His due date was May 7th 2009, but I was on the border of being 2 weeks overdue and was scheduled to be induced on the 20th May (Jeremys Birthday!). However, as usual - Barclay had other plans and I went into labour early morning May 19th.
Everything was going smoothly. I was in labour for roughly 5 hours before getting intense contractions. I had a shot in my leg and inhaled some of the gas to ease the pain, but for me they both didn't really do much. About 30 mins to an hour later, all of a sudden I was going in and out of consciousness.
Everything started to go blurry and I couldn't understand what anyone was saying to me. I remember seeing blurs of doctors and nurses surrounding me. I just thought the gas was tripping me out to be honest so I had no idea what was going on. I was told I needed to go into theatre to have an emergency c-section, but first I needed to give consent.
I was handed a form and my heart sunk as I was so worried about my baby. I had to focus and concentrate just to hold the pen in my hand properly, so I could quickly sign everything. All I could remember thinking was 'what the hell, get my baby out now!'
Barclays heart rate was dipping like crazy as he was so stressed. He was ready to make his way, and quickly at that - but I hadn't dilated enough - only 2cm! it was sending both of us into shock.
I was out of it, I couldn't talk properly and I was in so much pain. It wasn't funny at the time, but my hubby always reminds me of how crazy I was - screaming and crying, slurring my words, banging my hospital bed from side to side throwing my arms everywhere as I was being transported from my room to theatre. I can not remember any of that [seriously lol]. All I can remember was being in my hospital room, closing my eyes, waking up in a hallway where I saw my mum and dad, then closing my eyes again and waking up in theatre - getting ready to receive a huge ass needle in my back.
As soon as that needle hit, my body was calm. I was wide awake, happy, able to talk and couldn't feel any pain. Hallelujahhhh! Finally, Jeremy and I were going to meet our baby boy.
The cutting was interesting. A c-section has to be the weirdest feeling in the world. I could feel my tummy being moved around. I knew I was being cut open. I was awake - but I couldn't feel any pain. It was a very strange feeling.
I was so nervous and excited to meet Barclay. I had a million things rushing through my mind. Is he okay? is he healthy? is he breathing okay? does he have all his toes? what does he look like? Im going to be a mum!? .. All quite typical thoughts of a new parent.
Barclays heart rate was dipping like crazy as he was so stressed. He was ready to make his way, and quickly at that - but I hadn't dilated enough - only 2cm! it was sending both of us into shock.
I was out of it, I couldn't talk properly and I was in so much pain. It wasn't funny at the time, but my hubby always reminds me of how crazy I was - screaming and crying, slurring my words, banging my hospital bed from side to side throwing my arms everywhere as I was being transported from my room to theatre. I can not remember any of that [seriously lol]. All I can remember was being in my hospital room, closing my eyes, waking up in a hallway where I saw my mum and dad, then closing my eyes again and waking up in theatre - getting ready to receive a huge ass needle in my back.
As soon as that needle hit, my body was calm. I was wide awake, happy, able to talk and couldn't feel any pain. Hallelujahhhh! Finally, Jeremy and I were going to meet our baby boy.
The cutting was interesting. A c-section has to be the weirdest feeling in the world. I could feel my tummy being moved around. I knew I was being cut open. I was awake - but I couldn't feel any pain. It was a very strange feeling.
I was so nervous and excited to meet Barclay. I had a million things rushing through my mind. Is he okay? is he healthy? is he breathing okay? does he have all his toes? what does he look like? Im going to be a mum!? .. All quite typical thoughts of a new parent.
Finally, the doctors had delivered Barclay but I couldn't hear him crying. I couldn't hear anything. I could juuuust see the nurse over the blanket covering my view [this is so you can't see the doctors doing surgery on you etc] - she was taking him over to the scales but he wasn't moving. I started to get extremely nervous and teary. I asked Jeremy if everything was okay. Right then, I heard a huge, loud cry and it was the biggest sign of relief. Barclay was so comfortable, he didn't want to come out! He didn't wake up until the nurse pricked his foot! he was enjoying being a lil bun in the oven hehe. He was born 3:34pm weighing in at 9 pounds and 51cm long.
He was finally in my arms, I was so overwhelmed and happy. I thought he was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I actually surprised myself by not breaking down in tears like I thought I would haha, I was just way too happy. [Although seeing Jeremy hold him and kiss him might have made me tear up just a teeny tiny bit]. He was perfect. He was healthy! He was here and he was ours.
Me on the other hand... I was exhausted, like most first time mothers are! I got stitched up and we were taken to our room. Jeremy was able to stay the night, thank goodness. He had to soldier it out on a mini-not-quite lazy boy type chair. It was so nice having him there to help with the night shifts - we got to spend time together with our new little boy and it gave me time to recover and get some rest.
He was finally in my arms, I was so overwhelmed and happy. I thought he was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I actually surprised myself by not breaking down in tears like I thought I would haha, I was just way too happy. [Although seeing Jeremy hold him and kiss him might have made me tear up just a teeny tiny bit]. He was perfect. He was healthy! He was here and he was ours.
Me on the other hand... I was exhausted, like most first time mothers are! I got stitched up and we were taken to our room. Jeremy was able to stay the night, thank goodness. He had to soldier it out on a mini-not-quite lazy boy type chair. It was so nice having him there to help with the night shifts - we got to spend time together with our new little boy and it gave me time to recover and get some rest.
The next morning I was told I had to stand up and walk around. I got the shock of my life! 'What?! I just had surgery and I can't even feel my legs - walking around is the last thing I want to do!' but hey, I had to. Trying to stand up was the biggest trial. It felt like I had been hit by a bus and lost all my groundings. It hurt! I struggled big time with recovering from my c-section. My scar got infected, I couldn't walk properly for 4 months and I still bled for nearly 3. Not gonna lie: it totally sucked! BUT of course, as they say - it was all totally worth it! and crazily enough I would do it all over again [which I did haha].
Your first-born teaches you soooo much about life, and Barclay has DEFINITELY taught me a whole lot and then some. He changed mine and Jeremys lives forever! For the better. He turns 6 in a few months and I can't believe how much he's grown and how quickly time has passed. I guess time flies when you're having fun!
Love you B.
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Your first-born teaches you soooo much about life, and Barclay has DEFINITELY taught me a whole lot and then some. He changed mine and Jeremys lives forever! For the better. He turns 6 in a few months and I can't believe how much he's grown and how quickly time has passed. I guess time flies when you're having fun!
Love you B.
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