Meet my little virgo? Or is he a Leo? Born last Tuesday, 23 August, I’m not really sure. What I do know is that this has been one of the most blissful weeks of my life. Pure enchantment and wonder.
Born a week and one day early I finally got my vaginal birth. It wasn’t the wholesome earthy experienced I had originally dreamed of when I’d booked into our local birthing centre before the birth of our first son, rather I’d already been wheeled into the theatre, my legs up in stirrups under the bright lights, as I was being prepped for my third emergency c-section. For a third time my little babe’s heart rate was all over the place but at the eleventh hour with help from the head of Obstetrics (who’d been especially woken and called in for our birth) I got my VBAC. It was amazing. Watching my son being born will be a vision that I will never forget. The energy in the theatre after the birth was fantastic. The staff were all really pumped – as if they’d witnessed something mythical, a VBAC after two c-sections something to be read about in textbooks and journals. They wanted a VBAC as much as I did.
Like his older brother my little babe had some respiratory problems and waiting for him to take his first breath was an anxious time. He was whisked away to the special care nursery but it wasn’t long before he was doing well.
Feeding like a trooper he is certainly thriving now.