I’m still in hospital for a few days after William is born so I can go down and see him (almost) whenever I want.
Now William is walking quite confidently I’m getting more and more anxious about this ‘hyperactive’ nature he seems to have acquired! So yesterday we went and bought him a dog lead aka a child harness.
If someone had told me 2 years ago when I was happily pregnant that I would be having a cesarean in just under 6 months I would’ve laughed my head off. Although at that time if someone had told me 2 years previous to that that I would be pregnant in 2 years I probably would’ve had the same reaction! (Sorry I hope I’ve not confused you already, it’s not all like this I promise!)
It was my birthday, I had cakes ready in the kitchen to take into work the next day. I woke early the next morning, something felt funny like I was desperate for the loo. I jumped out of bed and ran to the toilet, i had leaked from the bed to bathroom somehow and as soon as I realised what had happened I shouted to Mike to come to the bathroom.
“My waters have broken!” I gasped almost crying, he rubbed his eyes.
“Are you sure?” He asked
“Turn the light on.” And that’s when we saw the trail of water from the bedroom to the bathroom and we both gasped. I was scarred, I had no idea why my waters had broken, this was way too early and was this even normal? I look at Mike and the first thing he says “Happy birthday by the way.” (My response was not thanks!)
On 10th April 2016 we took a pregnancy test first thing in the morning (as instructed by the clinic) and it came out positive! I was trying so hard not to get too excited but I couldn’t help it, I sat on the edge of the bed trying to calm myself down. This was it, this was the start of it and I would sit down for the whole nine months if that’s what it took. I phoned the clinic that day and booked a scan. We had to wait 18 days till we went in and in those 18 days I didn’t do any stretching or lifting, I quietly told my boss at work and she was thrilled for me and put me on sitting down jobs until I was ready to tell everyone (telling everyone in the meantime that I had back problems).
I have been wondering whether or not to do this for a long time, some of my friends and family cannot believe I’ve not done it yet so a few nights ago I asked my husbands permission; if I could open my heart (yes I can hear you singing Madonna now) and let it out (NOT let it go do not sing THAT song!).
I woke up this morning (my first non working day of the week) full of cold, feeling sorry for myself and just wanted to curl up in bed. However apparently you can’t do sick when you have a child now!