Saturday, March 27, 2010

She's here!

I'm so happy to write that our baby girl was born at 4.01pm on Tuesday 23rd March. I was so surprised by her girl-ness (soothsayers everywhere voted boy) that we hadn't finalised any names. Still flicking through those name books and will let you know more soon. She was 7 lb 3 oz's of gorgeousness after 5 or 6 hours of labour. Phew!


Friday, March 19, 2010

Wait week 40

Well, bambino 2 is officially due this weekend (Sunday 21st March) and, as yet, there are no signs at all. First time birth (with baby Hugh) came like a slow rumble of an earthquake (2 weeks early). I had subtle aches and cramps that built steadily and surely over 2 days and then a whole day and night in the hospital, thinking *when* will this be done? (I'll spare you the vernacular and the sound effects).

It's as if baby two is in no hurry whatsoever. Last week I had a sickness bug and this week I have a heavy cold that makes me feel as if Mike Tyson has beaten me round the head and some strange corporation has stolen all my saliva. I'm actually hoping the labour holds off until I can breathe properly again. Eucalyptus and cough sweets aren't cutting it.

As a special treat, Hugh has broken my laptop. Correction, it broke ('boke') when he slid it from the sofa on to the rug. I thought only juice or milk on the keyboard would kill it, but a gentle flump to the floor has led to it's total demise. Duh. So replacement will have to wait for now. Too big a project to take on while I'm in the the scatty and preoccupied waiting zone.

Technically speaking, I may have to wait until the end of the month - the hospital allows 12 days past Due Date and then they start coming at you with synthetic hormones and plastic aprons. I hope it doesn't come to that. We'll see...

In the meantime, my local playgroup is having a jumble sale tomorrow, so that's my only planned expedition for now. I'll rummage for a bit of home-baking, a few plastic toys or a pot of plum jam.


Monday, March 08, 2010

Week 38

All quiet. No pending signs of labour as yet. Glad that the weather has finally skirted above 10 degrees Celsius and the crocuses (croci?) have peeked out from the garden soil.

Monday, March 01, 2010


In his far-thinking wisdom, Hugh has decided to prepare me for the birth of his sibling by reminding me what lavish fun interrupted sleep can be. With a sudden burst of teething, his normal peaceful nights have gone out the window, leaving me floppy and foggy-brained in front of Cbeebies at 7am. Oh, and it's a shame when that thon Calpol gets all o'er your Orla Kiely pillowcases.