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This time in 2016 I was a fat waddling mess. You, my son, were two weeks late and I had had enough. I went into hospital to be induced only to find you were in distress and hours later you were born into the world, dragged through the sunroof to the voice of Freddie Mercury and the sound of Queen. He gave you your middle name. It seemed apt. You had the cord wrapped around your neck. You weren’t breathing and you were resuscitated and whisked away to SCBU while I was being stitched back together. There was talk of brain damage and moving youRead More →

  I clearly was never meant to have the calm, natural water birth I had planned both times. The birth of both my babies went royally tits up and both ended up in SCBU. Both had the cord around their neck.  How’s your luck? Big L was slightly less dramatic (although it didn’t seem so at the time). His was a natural birth with gas and air. I’ll try to keep this brief, try to bear with me. Big L  was almost 2 weeks overdue and I was supposed to be induced but I hadn’t felt him for a while so I went into hospital.Read More →