well I have never written one of these, but here goes...

To start at the begining I guess...

We took 16 mths of TTC get fall pregnant with PK, I was stocked when I saw the 2 little lines, I can still remember the beating of my heart, the happiness I felt... that only lasted until H came home, lets just say he wasnt quite as happy as I thought he would be even though we had been TTc for so long, he has told me now that he really didnt think we would get pregnant, so was a bit of a shock for him... It broke my heart a little...

things went well we planned to move to melb in July 2011 so we though we would go down to Melb to birth as we were living in a country town without a hospital that delivers babies, other wise I would have had to move 3hrs away from 36 weeks and stay in a hotel, so as this was a Jan baby we thought we might as well just be down there were we had family to help out with the winkies..

H found a job that fifo of Melb so we changed our plans and moved a year ahead of when we were planning too... life was Good... Or so i thought....

I am not going to go into it here but things werent so happy on his side of the fence, he just didnt know how to tell me...

so I moved to Melb, he went back to his old job in QLD, in oct, we were try to make things work or I thought we were, come dec I knew they werent working he wasnt happy... and I just couldnt keep living on hope...

My BP went up up up I was 36 weeks....

So my wonderful big family panicked ( its what they do best :P) so my parents took the older two to stay with them as there was only a week left of school, and my sister took me and DD2 to live with her until H came home, he was due back when I was 38 weeks...

I had been at my sisters a week and felt like a big bureden (sp?) not that she made me feel this way but I just hate asking for help... anyway I told her on the friday that I would go home ( H was due home on the wednesday ) she said she would take me home on saturday if thats what I wanted...

On the friday I visited a friend we were laughing about the shape of my belly, becuase it was so low now I could bearly sit... but I was 37 weeks so didnt think much off it...

went to bed that night woke up at 3 am ( which I had been doing for almost a month, always 3 am ) and felt wet... So I went to the loo, and realised that it must be my waters... I dont normally break my waters until about a hour before I give birth... so wasnt sure if I should wake my sister or not, but decided to wait for a bit as the pains werent too bad, I went back to bed, tried to sleep, but couldnt, so decided to get up and pace the room a bit...

at about 4am my contrations were getting stronger, so I rang the hospital, thay asked me if I would feel better in hospital, I told them Ummmmm yeah...

I went to wake my sister, she was so funny jumping up all panicky, ( just like a 1st time dad ) lol when I told her my water had broken about a hour and a half a go she said why didnt you wake me, dont tell me it too late, the baby isnt coming is it...

My little girl woke up and was a little worried so we ened up taking her with us, poor little thing bearly said a word... so we were off....

On the hwy the contrations were getting stronger and would stop me from talking, My poor sister was having visions of having to deliever PK on the side of the road that would have been a sight for the early morning monash drivers...

We got to the hospital at about 5 ish, I was trying to control my pain as I didnt want to stress out my little girl, as it was she was asking way too many questions and I didnt want to freak her out with me screaming

we had rung my other sister ( she hasnt yet had any children poor girl ) as she was to be my support person after first driving to monash uni she arrived at the hospital just before 6 am... So my other sister took DD2 back home with her...

I must have been somehow holding back as the second they left the contration came think and fast... I was pacing the room for a little bit but then went on my all fours... I was worried that my cervix lip would be stuck like it aways is, so they asked me to lay on my back, which wasnt easy let me tell you... they didnt end up checking the lip...

Once I was on my back they tried to listen to PK's heart beat, but he was under stress, my BP was on the rise, they thought he was stuck around the bend, so the called in for to OB... while waiting the midwife said to me...

Come on you can do this, we dont need that doctor, lets show them we can get this baby out...

that was all I needed so I gave a few HUGE pushes and she got me to feel the head as he started to crown, told me again that we were almost there that we could do it, just as I was crowning I have a vage memory of the OB coming in and the midwife saying that we didnt need her after all that I was strong enough to do this on my own...

then PK head was born, it was the first time I actully got to see my boy, the midwife told me to look down and see my little man, it was very weird to see just a head, but very beautiful... I started crying, crying for everything that he was and everything this was ment to be but wasnt going to be...

within minutes my boy was born.... he was beautiful, didnt make a sound, the midwives were so happy, I think they like birthing without the OB's help, My sister and I were joking about how they must go out and put gold stars and smiliy faces on the charts of those who didnt take drugs, as they all poped in to see me and my boy...

He couldnt get his temp up so we had to have tummy on tummy time, which was so lovely...

He had a few scray blue moment, but thankfully they didnt last long and he got himself back breathing again...

I am now 4 wonderful winkies and feel very happy and blessed, we take each day as it comes and I am having way more good days now that bad... Life it good

I hadnt been on BB for about 6mths when I birthed PK so never did a BA so instead I am doing this for him as he desuves to be annocced

Parker robert was born at 6.37 am
weight 3480g
lenghth 51cm
head 31.5 cm