I am still here, been semi-reclusing, reflecting, energising.
My Mum took DD for a few hours today and i had a lovely rest chilling under the fan. DH and i picked her up and then got take away from our fav restaurant. DD had fallen asleep in the car so we parked next to a park and had a picnic dinner. DD then woke up and joined the picnic and then we played on the playground for almost an hour. It was lovely just to spend that time together.
Wow! My highly mobile (unstable lie) baby boy knew the right position to be in when he made his way into the world. We only just made it into the pool before he arrived, and i was able to breathe him out with little injury. DH didn't even know we were close, and then i was bringing a baby up out of the water. He is a healthy little boy with everything in the right place. The placenta took a LONG time to come out (longer than the labour ), and i am so glad to have had the expertise of my midwife. He is a big boy, i think i am embarassed to say how big, but weight and head circumference are above 98th percentile. We weren't expecting him to be that big (another reason i am glad i was at home, and didn't have ultrasound towards the end) but he is quite in proportion so doesn't look huge to me. He is feeding well, after sleeping off the birth. DD is quite smitten, although sometimes she squeezes him cos she thinks its funny when he squirms. And she roars to wake him up.
* unstable lie is the medical way of describing when the baby has lots of room to move, and changes position often at the end of the pregnancy.
Oh meow, i KWIM! now that i have cable here in LA i am gobsmacked at the birth shows! they are all super super medical and c-section central! and the way that they are done! i am horrified and had a little cry when i saw one baby being left stark naked, with his arms out above him searching for a grasp of his mummy, only to find those horrid bright lights of theatre and a plastic covered hand man-handling him to put INK prints of his feet on some paper!! and the rough as suctioning...with no bodily support or cocooning. my gosh.
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