This is the next part of the start of out little family. For the first part please read It All Started in Barcelona.
So November 5th came and went and there was no sign of Baby C arriving any time soon so it needed a little helping hand in the form of being induced.
Easy peesy we thought, pop to the hospital, they product a little magic and boom we have a baby…oh how wrong can you be?
We headed to the hospital with Laura’s bag packed and all the essentials like phone numbers and the camera. Our appointment was on the 19th November at 9am. They put us into a side room and done all the checks and started the wheels in motion.
They told us to have a little walk around and pop back in an hour to see how things are progressing. An hour passed and more tests and checks were done but still no movement. This time they said walk around and have some lunch and then come back. 1pm we headed back and still nothing was happening. So off we went again for another walk, by this time everyone in the hospital thought I was a doctor doing my rounds.
It had now got to 6pm and they made Laura a sandwich but everything was closed so me and the mother in law (who had come with us) managed to get a packet of crisps and a kitkat for dinner ummmm yum.
Well 9pm, 10, 11, 1am and 3am all same an went and slowly contractions coming and at 7am things seemed to be getting there and all I remember was rubbing Laura’s back surviving on a packet of crisps, a kitkat and about 8 oranges. At 9am we were thinking about going to the delivery suite some 24hours after we’d come to the hospital.
Originally Laura had wanted a water birth but after trying for a while it became clear this wasn’t going to happen so on the bed she went with what seemed like a crowd telling her to push. The next few hours seemed like a blur but I do remember a food wagon coming round which I bought one of everything from and also a fair bit of screaming.
Finally at 2.15pm it happened Baby C had entered the World and I’m not too proud to say I had a tear in my eye. They asked us what we wanted to call her and I said its up to Laura as we had been choosing between two names, too be honest she could have called her Geoff at that point and I wouldn’t have cared but Alyssa Mae was introduced into the World weighing in at 8lb 12oz.
Now it’s time for men’s works and that means phoning everyone you’ve ever been into contact with, parents, grandparents and of course the group text to everyone else. This was of course before Twitter took over my life but I still had to do a status update on Facebook.
After spending time with them on the ward it was time to leave mummy and baby and head home. This felt very strange and an empty home wasn’t at all inviting. All I had the energy to cook was beans on toast and ate that at about 9pm and sat down and made the mistake of switching on Facebook and responding to messages and 3 hours later my head hit the pillow but all I could think about was thought of Alyssa, is she ok? Is she feeding?
This day had changed our lives but were we ready?