How to make a ‘millian in 9 months.
October 4th, 2009
Sorry about the the lack of posts recently but I have an 8lb 9oz excuse..
Eight days overdue and after a 45 hour labour involving attempts at a waterbirth, shedloads of drugs, a botched epidural and finally an emergency caesarian with an audience of 15 surgeons, staff and student doctors, Maximillian Mavric-Neal finally decided to show up on Monday morning at 10.58am.
After a number of visits to the new birth centre at the Whittington Hospital in north London, we’d made our mind up that the lovely peaceful waterbirth in a private room with our own choice of music was the way for us. Who can say the NHS is a bad system when all of that is offered for free? With the inevitable first baby panic causing a 4am rush to the hospital, we were sent home after 4 hours and I drummed my fingers as Kirsten sat through contractions in the bath. Eventually, we headed back in and got stuck in to what lay ahead.
With Pethidine and Entinox flowing through her system, we were moved from the peaceful ambience of the birth centre to the “traditional” environment of the labour ward before finally ending up in the operating theatre for a forceps birth which then turned into an emergency caesarian section. At least we got to tick off the whole set of options in a single pregnancy.
Max has already managed to show me up by having more hair than me and being far more photogenic, damn his speckly hide..
After 5 days in hospital while Kirsten recovered from the ordeal, we’ve finally all come home now and Maximillian is trying to get his head around this thing called life. I just hope he doesn’t ask me for any advice..
