The arrival of Alex
Two boys born in two different countries. How did I manage that one? We moved to Scotland, just over the border from our last home in the UK!
By: totanaliz on: Mon 09 of Jul, 2007 [12:31 UTC] (815 reads)
My second son Alex is the complete opposite of his big brother. He is almost 5 now, and for him life always seems great, and his glass is “half full” and never half empty!
One of life´s smilers and charmers, he is cute beyond belief, and wilful too.
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Always determined to do things his own way, he arrived 2 weeks early, a fact he announced by breaking the waters at 2am in the morning. Why do babies always pick the middle of the night for that one? Why not just let you get one more nights sleep before the real sleep deprivation begins?
The hospital in Scotland told me to stay at home until I felt that the contractions were getting stronger, but not to wait too long as with second and subsequent babies things can happen more rapidly.
So after breakfast we set off to the hospital, once again dreaming of that relaxing delivery suite . Unfortunately once we arrived at the hospital, Alex awkward as ever,seemed to have forgotten about his imminent arrival and gone to sleep. I was put on a ward and told to wait until contractions resumed, and warned that if the baby did not come within 24 hours of the waters breaking I may have to be induced to stop the risk of infection.
By 10pm, we were getting pretty close to that deadline. My husband was sent home to get some rest, and had just arrived in the front door of our house when the hospital called to say “Come back, things are happening!”.
However I had developed a temperature, so once again found myself on that delivery table for the second time. This time the pain was much more intense, and seemed to go off the scale of the monitor checking my contractions. Frequent and overwhelming would be the polite way to describe them, although on the night I was using language normally only heard in the gutter! Still on the positive side, things were starting to happen more quickly. A little too quickly in fact.
At 5.30am the midwife announced thsat she was going for her tea break, as I would be “a little while yet, you´ve a way to go”. As she left the room, a huge wave of pain hit me and I told the nurse I needed to push. “No not yet, you aren´t ready ...oh my gosh there´s the head!” Bells went off, midwife ran back in...Alex, adventurous as usual had decided to make his own way in whilst he thought no-one was looking!
After the inevitable stitchingup, and the more inevitable tea and toast ( here in the UK it is the cure for all ills, even the pain of childbirth), we were taken to the ward and Alex finally met his big brother, all of 2 and half. Yes they fight, yes they argue, but they love each other too, and as Alex himself says “ I love my big brother and I´m glad we are both here”. So am I , son.