your first journey...

… into the world that is.

1st January 2011 - 4D scan

At the very beginning of your journey was BARCELONA, where mummy and daddy went to celebrate their 1 year wedding anniversary.  After far too much champagne, late nights dancing and long days sightseeing *sunbathing* (incidently, mummy and daddys idea of sightseeing are quite different, i was quite happy to see the sights, as it were, from the very sunny topdeck of the tour bus, whereas daddy is much more touchy feely - lets get up close to it), we came home with a very precious souvenir - YOU!

40 weeks later, minus the one day that you arrived early (you’re a good little girl), contractions started at 5 am.  People always tell you that first babys take hours and hours, so off to work i sent your daddy whilst i stayed at home timing contractions on my phone.  By lunchtime, i’d recalled Daddy from work and we were on our way to the hospital, having had a little mini disagreement over my outfit!! i spent months planning what i was going to wear during labour -comfortable, practical yet still look good in pics - but my waters breaking completely irradicated any glamness that was planned, and as i tried to put together a new fashionable ensamble in between contractions, Daddys solution was

“why don’t you wear a pair of my boxers?”

ERRRR… no, wasn’t quite the look i was going for.

anywho, (and yes, that isnt a typo, i did just say anywho) we were turned away from the hospital as i wasnt in active labour…. what they should really say is…

“your not in enough pain yet - come back when you cant actually walk to the delivery ward”

Now to cut a long story short i spent the afternoon in the bath at home, flailing around and completely throwing my *no screaming* pact i’d made with myself out the window, in favour of full on shrieks.  Finally after quite a journey to the hospital in rush hour traffic they let us stay **sigh of relief**, and the birthing pool and all important gas and air awaited.

Midwives kept coming in saying it was a “textbook” labour…but without going into too much gory detail you got stuck and after 3 hours of pushing, you were delivered by emergency section at 1:16 am, Saturday 19th March.

That minute, 16 past one, changed my universe forever!