8 years ago on the 19th August 2009 I called my local maternity unit as instructed and was asked to come in. I was 41 weeks and 6 days pregnant and I was ringing to begin my induction journey. At 20 years old this was a whole new world and one I only ever saw glimpses into. Working in childcare and looking after my nephews I thought I knew exactly what I world I was stepping into. In reality I had no idea! Today Jack turns 8 and the time has flown! Happy Birthday Jack!!
My induction was slow and at some points tedious. When asked if I was happy for a student Midwife I said yes. They had to learn and I was happy to be their dummy. The student midwife I will always remember and not for the good memories. Everyody deals with pain differently some like to breath through it, others concentrate on something else and me? I like to scream!
My pain threashold is some what non existent and never been through anything like childbirth I was scared, in pain and had no idea how long it was going to last. If you have ever walked through a maternity ward and heard the screaming banshee (you know the sound, the one where it makes you stop and think what the actual hell have you got coming to you? ) that was me! The midwives had used 3 6 hour pessaries and thankfully the third worked.
I remember not being all that impressed with my sister taking my photo. looking back I am so thankful she did! Gas and air made me feel so drowsy and sick so the midwife gave me a pethadine injection which worked wonderfully! The midwife went off to prepare for my water birth (I was so excited!) it took forever to fill. My sister and Mark transferred all our things to the other room and the midwife checked me over just before we were about to move. I had reached 10cms and it was too late to move, i had to stay.
Born at 11.46pm on Thursday 20th August he was here! He was born back to back and we had to stay in hospital for a couple of days as he hadn’t passed urine. But on what would have been Mark and I’s wedding day on Saturday 22nd August we left the hospital and began our days as a family of 3.
Last year I wrote Jack this letter. This year he just seemed to have grown so much, not just in height but in maturity. I can not believe some of the things he has come out with or will just do. Jack is an amazing big brother to Ollie and Arthur. He is doing well at school and really trying to push himself to achieve better too. He goes into Year 4 when he goes back and his friends will be turning 9! Words can not explain how proud I am, have been and always will be!