My pregnancy flew by, it might have been the fact i found out when i was already 15 weeks into it.
He was due to arrive on the 17th March, 2003 but he was obviously very comfy in my belly coz he was 3 days late!
I went for my clinic check up on Thursday 20th March, and i arrived on time (yay for me) at 10:50am but for some reason they didn't get me in until 12:30pm. I had all the regular check up thingies, babies heart monitor feeling for position etc then the Dr said one word that made me get a bit scared INTERNAL i never had an internal before and they sounded painful from others experiences. She said i was 2cm dialated. I had no idea what she meant, my brain had stopped functioning. So she told me that if i didn't "go" that night or next morning i would have to be - here comes another word that shook me - INDUCED. Again i still had no concept of what was happening. As i walked to the car park i felt tears welling up and that throat soreness, i started crying uncontrollably..... so i rang my mum. She panicked at first, i think it was coz i was sobbing so hard. She came to pick me up and took me back to her work.
As soon as i saw my mum i stopped crying i felt calm and my brain had kicked in (finally) i started to really feel things and the reality of what was happening and i ( this is gunna sound cheesy ) i said to my mum, "i'm going to have him today, i know it" Anyways on the way home with Mum i asked her if i could come back to her place because i didn't want to be alone. When i got to her place i went to the loo and saw some "spots" i was unbelievably calm and got into the shower. I told my mum when i got out that i spotted, i think she smoked at leats a whole packet of smokes that afternoon. Poor thing. I rang DP and he sh*t himself and told me he was on his way home. I still laugh at the pitch his voice was.
I wasn't having any contractions and wasn't in any pain so i sat outside and lay n the grass. My dog, Rufus a big German Shepard X Bull Mastiff (you'd think he was a tough boy) just sat about 2 meters away whining at me. Big boof head, lol.
Anways this was about 4 ish and the contraction started, they weren't very strong at first but consistent. I was timing them while mum chuffed away and called everyone she ever met to tell them i was in labour. Lovely isn't she?
When DP got to my mums he sat outside with Mum chuffing away as well. Lucky i was looking after myself, huh?
At around 5:30ish they got stronger every contraction so we called the hospital and let them know what was going on. They told me to come in, so DP drove all the while with a very intense look on his face until i had contactions then it changed to complete horror and high pitched " Are you ok?"
My mum followed us in and a was practically carried up to the delivery suite.
At the hospiatl it was all pretty much a blur until maybe about 1/2 an hour before Luke arrived, as i was sleeping between contarctions well trying anyways.
I remember all of a sudden there were about 8 people in the room all of them docors and midwives etc then the fun started
I can remember it hurt alot and i was screaming, a midwife took it upon herself to put her hand over my mouth and told me not to do that. WHAT???? What was i supposed to do? Sing? I kept screaming anyways.
i felt like pushing so i told them and they said ok so i pushed and pushed but nothing was progressing. The doctor told me he had to help Luke out so he cut me a little and told me to push again, Luke neede more help as i was getting really tired so the doc had to suction him out. And out he came! At 11:24pm. The doctor put him on my belly and thats when we saw each other for the first time and when it finally hit me........I WAS A MUM!!
But he wasn't crying and a bit blue so they took him away, but gave him back. And from then on i have never taken my eyes off him, he was the most beautiful thing i had ever seen. And still even at three he is absolutley perfecto!