I thought I’d put forward my side before we move on from tales of Evan’s arrival.
Last Friday was a strange day emotionally. I wasn’t particularly nervous when we got to the hospital but I knew there were a lot of things to happen before we knew the baby would be on his way. I didn’t want to start thinking Evan will be here that day as there was a strong chance it would take more than that. However, it was strange to see the hospital cot in the delivery suite and think “our baby could be in that very soonâ€.
I’m not going to do details as there are plenty of people who would rather I didn’t. Suffice to say, they started me off in the morning but nothing particularly happened until they broke my waters at 5pm. It then wasn’t until sometime after 8 before I started to wonder how I was going to do this (and how much longer would it take) and sent Dan for the midwife.
I’m not sure if the gas and air helped but it gave me something to concentrate on. When the midwife checked how I was doing at 8.45pm, I was quite disappointed to find out that I was 4cm and therefore likely to have quite a few hours ahead of me. Next thing I knew she was starting to get everything ready and I couldn’t understand why. Then she said it was nearly time and before I knew it he was here. With hindsight, I was really lucky to only end up with under 2 hours of grief, although I wouldn’t have agreed at the time.
Since then everything has seemed much more straightforward than it was with Amy, purely because we are a lot more confident this time. However I do have a list of things to learn again. It’s only been 3 years but I have forgotten more than I have remembered.
Amy seems really huge since we brought Evan home. It was when she (gently) put her hand on Evan’s head and it seemed so massive that it struck home. I know it’s all relative but she seems to have gone from being our little girl to our big girl in one instant.
She’s also taken to saying that Evan is “my preciousâ€. This obviously amuses her geeky parents although it’s just her chosen term of endearment. According to her, Amy is Daddy’s sweetheart and Daddy is Mummy’s darling etc but I am now hoping this is the only Gollum trait to make an appearance.
You see this just proves what I’ve thought all along – namely that Tolkien is just bad and wrong *grin*.
Glad you didn’t have too many hours of labour – though what you have described sounds more than enough to me. Big hugs to you all and hope you are all getting enough sleep.