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A Small Ponder

It’s almost three weeks on from Busby’s arrival in this world, and I continuously find myself thinking back to the Labour ward and the whole experience. It’s funny how, 18 days on, I can’t really remember the pain; I remember the euphoric feeling of the final push, the elation of holding Busby in my arms for the first time, the immediate feeling of love when I first saw her face and felt her next to my skin, the icy grasp of horror that struck my heart when she turned blue and stopped breathing, the terror of seeing her on the crash cart with a team of doctors swarming around her tiny body, the relief of having her back in my arms and breathing, but the actual physical pain of labour has faded from memory – only coming back to me in unrealistic, out-of-body-experience flashes.

I now understand why some women have more than one child; there is nothing else quite like labour and the craziness of being a parent.
Hannah

4 Comments

  1. Mylittleacorns

    8th January 2013 at 8:46 am

    Just catching up with all your posts. Bea is beautiful, as are you! Congratulations! how are your nips? we named our breast pump the mechanical twin. x

    1. Jeevesy

      8th January 2013 at 4:37 pm

      Thank you πŸ™‚

      Nips are healing – almost there – going to try and get back on the breast feeding wagon in the next few days x

      ps great name for pump!

  2. Eleanor

    8th January 2013 at 9:08 am

    In my experience it takes several months or even years to fully process a birth experience! I found myself re-living it a lot in the first few months!

    1. Jeevesy

      8th January 2013 at 4:38 pm

      It’s just such a mind boggling experience!!

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