I kept waiting for him to cry. It seemed like ages before he let out a scream and when I heard him, I cried. I think Husband cried too but I was still as high as a kite so I couldn't be sure. I sent him over to check on our new baby son.
I had to have stitches after my forceps delivery and poor Husband made the mistake of looking at my badly damaged womanhood as he came back from checking on the baby. Whatever possessed him to look, I'll never understand. I own the thing and I didn't even want to look at it.
Apparently it was bad.
It didn't take long to repair the damage. Not that they were able to restore it to its former self but it was better than what I could have been left with.
Husband had the first hold of our baby son. We had an idea of a name for our baby however, looking at him, we weren't sure if the name suited him. There was no rush. He weighed in at 7lbs 13.5oz and was born at 12:05am. A Friday's Child.
I was given a quick wash by one of the auxiliaries and then I got to have some tea and toast. I wasn't allowed out of bed as my epidural hadn't worn off and I had to wear support stockings to stop my legs swelling. They were awful and itchy.
Once I felt more with it, I was ready to hold my baby son. It felt strange yet lovely to be holding him. Strange that I had just given birth to this baby and lovely because it felt like I already knew him and loved him so much.
I was keen to try breastfeeding however, I was exhausted and our baby seemed content enough to sleep after his traumatic entrance to the world. I was taken up to the in-patients ward and, as it was around 2am, Husband went home to get some sleep.
I placed my new baby in his cot beside me and fell straight to sleep, hoping I wouldn't be disturbed for a good few hours...
This post is for Flashback Friday which is hosted by these lovely ladies...
