Warning - this is Flynns birth story - in case you don't want to know!!
Wow has the last 3 months flown by. This time 3 months ago I was tucked up in my hospital bed, feeling sore and sorry but with yet another love in my life. My youngest born little boy.
I remember just before I had Flynn feeling sad for Ollie, that our special time with just him in our life was about to end and wondering how I could possibly love anyone as much as I loved him. I remember feeling some fear for how on earth I would cope with two babies but I also remember feeling excited wondering if I would have a boy or a girl, if this baby would look like Ollie and when was this baby going to arrive?
The night before Flynn arrived I felt so completely and utterly restless, Id had a few cramps for about a week and my back was hurting like nothing else, I went for a walk at 9pm simply because I was ready to scratch my own eyes out, I honestly felt that if this baby was to arrive it would be that night.
And then I went to bed, and then I woke up - no baby. I decided I needed to relax, there was still 3 weeks til I was due, I had some nice things planned before then, it was time to stop wishing the baby would come and enjoy my last few days with Ollie and without a baby totally dependant on me. I had lunch with my girls that day and we joked and laughed for hours. I felt good, I looked good (well as good as you can look 9 months pregnant!!) and I was above all relaxed.
Well anyway, as DD and I went to sleep on Tuesday night, I remarked to him how great it was that Ollie was sleeping so well and hadn't been into our bed in so long (I was slightly paranoid he would be in bed with us when my waters broke....) What do you know, that night he came in and was very persistent so I threw him in the middle of us, after my decision that the baby was not coming any time soon.
At about 4am I felt a little trickle, and thought I better just put Ollie in his own bed in case, as I lifted him there was a bit more of a trickle, put Ollie to bed and then went to the toilet where I had a show and more of a trickle, went to wake up DD and told him not to panic but I think my waters were braking. He looked at me and said "you can't have the baby tonight, Im not finished the garden"....at which the gush started and I ran out yelling to him bad bloody luck!!!
So we call mum and tell her we are dropping Ollie off and all pile into the ute as it was last in, Ollie had been playing in the ute that afternoon and had done something to the ignition so that we couldn't get the key in. Im therefore standing outside the ute, gushing, starting to get some pains while DD went inside for a screwdriver - meanwhile I could see some truckdrivers out the front of our house (alot of trucks park in our street because we are near the highway) so we were debating whether to get them to help us push the ute out or not, finally Gus fixed the problem and we managed to get going (through all this Ollie was sitting in the back seat saying "Its broken daddy")
We got to the hospital and I was 4cm dilated, however no contractions, given Ollie's short birth they would not let me go home so I got settled into my delivery suite and waited for it all to happen, and waited and waited. My Ob turned up at 8am to check on me - still no contractions although I was 5cm dilated by this point and discovered Flynn was around the wrong way, so he made the decision to induce me to get labour going in the hope that he would turn and I could deliver naturally. (The minute he walked out the door I was down on my hands and knees trying to get him to turn but no joy)
The poor midwife when she came in I drilled her about what was going to happen, as I really really did not want to be induced or end up with an emergency C section which at this point were both distinct possibilities.
Meanwhile another girl was giving birth and named her child something really way out so at that point I said to Gus - if we have a boy, Im naming him Flynn because I want my child to be able to spell his own name.
And so the induction started on the lowest dose, Flynn was not handling it very well and there was talk of a Ceasar - just so happened that another girl in labour at the same time had a breech birth so they had to make the call on who was more important. Thankfully she won, and they turned the syntocin off to see what would happen. Seems I only needed a sniff to get my labour going anyway.
Flynn thankfully turned, my contractions lasted 1 hour and then I was ready to push (Much to the midwife's surprise) 20 minutes pushing later Flynn arrived, I helped to deliver him (I did this with Ollie also).
It was such a different birth to Ollie - both very quick however so much more pushing with Ollie. At one stage DD said to me "you are doing it easy this time" to which I told him to get stuffed He really was wonderful though, we laughed through the whole labour and he made me do some very silly things like putting my hands in the air and saying "boom chicka wow wow" mid contraction....
No stiches - very happy about that!!
So there you go, the arrival of our little boy.
3 months on we are so totally in love with our boys, our little family is wonderful and might I tentatively say complete?
We are pretty sure this is it, but have decided not to make up our minds until the end of this year.
Love you my darling little boy. You have brought us so much joy, we never would have imagined that you could change our lives and make them even better than they already were.
