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Malcolm’s Birth Story

Malcolm’s due date was the 13th of May 2016, of course he wasn’t on time at all. I had a feeling that he wouldn’t come on time and everyone told me the first never comes on time. So when it came to the 13th It wasn’t a surprise that I didn’t go into labour. We had the 19th as our induced day.

I remember the days leading up to the 19th, I got a call every day from my step dad and Keith wanting to know if I had felt anything, Everyone was looking up way to make the baby come. I tried curry, exercises, walking up and down stairs. Nothing worked.I had a one of my college exams a few days before my induced date. I was so worried about Malcolm coming during my exam. During my whole pregnancy I had really bad heart burn but on the day of my exam it was the worst it had every been and I was drinking Gaviscon out of the bottle every two minutes. I say that week I went through three of the big bottles. Rennies didn’t work at all for me.

When the 19th came along at 2pm we drove to CUH and checked into the hospital. I was waiting down in the waiting room till a nurse came. I was very nervous, my hands were sweating and i couldn’t stay still. I didn’t really know what to expect, or what was going to happen. When we got to the room the nurse explain to us what was going to happen and that Malcolm was probably going to be born tomorrow. At around 4pm that day I was induced, about an hour later I started early labour. I went downstairs of the hospital and my three best friends came to visit and calmed me down a lot. All that night I was uncomfortable and sore. I got no sleep, I was exhausted. Keith had to go home at 11pm. He came back at 7am. It was a long night without him.

The next morning Keith came back and the nurses made me walk around the ward and go up and down stairs. As the contractions were getting worse I found it harder to walk, my midwife got me an exercise ball to help move things along. I had to get induced again, at which this point I was telling Malcolm to stop being so lazy and just come out. I was sharing a room and the lady next to me had her twins before Malcolm came I was so angry because I came before her and I  remember crying to Keith saying its not fair.  At 4pm that day i

 

was finally able to go down to the labour ward and have some laughing gas. I was expecting this stuff to be amazing and make me feel better but was I wrong. It did in a way help, it wasn’t totally useless. I remember the nurse talking to be and saying that my contractions were very strong just not close enough together. Also my water hadn’t broke yet. I believe that Malcolm just wanted us to do all the work and stay in my belly haha. The midwife had to brake my water for me, and at around 6pm the nurses and Keith suggested I get an epidural. I could see that every time i had a contraction i was squeezing the life out of Keith’s hand. I could also see how upset he was whenever i was in pain. It must be so hard for the dads to watch and they can’t really do anything other than hold your hand and try to talk to you. So I went for the epidural, because I was in so much pain.  I had to wait two hours for the doctor to come and give it to me.  It wasn’t as painful as I had imagined it to be.

At around 11pm that evening it was time to push. I was petrified, I looked at Keith and he looked as scared as I was. I was so exhausted from not sleeping for 24 hours and eating nothing that day. The midwife told us that it takes about an hour for the baby to come. I was not looking forward to this at all. I Just wanted to know if the baby was a boy or girl and to hold them. It actually only took him 18 minutes but it felt like the longest 18 minutes of my life. I kept looking at Keith and telling him I couldn’t do it. All I wanted was to hold his hand, he kept me motivated and I think if he wasn’t there i wouldn’t have been able to do it. He gave me the strength i need for the final push. At 11:18pm on the 20th of May 2016 Malcolm was born. It was one of the most stressful and painful days of my life but I wouldn’t change it for anything. As I was holding him on my chest I couldn’t stop crying he was so tiny and adorable. While holding him all the pain I had endured was gone and forgotten about. As I watched Keith’s face light up with joy while he held Malcolm I couldn’t stop crying. That night I just watched little Malcolm sleep and couldn’t believe that we created him. All I wanted to do was hold me and never let go.

Malcolm’s birth was the happiest time of my life by far,  Live has changed so much with having him. He has brought so much joy and he is the happiest baby. Here are so pictures of Malcolm in the hospital with friends and Family. I can’t believe this little monster is going to be 1 years old next month. Where does the time go.

My last visit to the doctors 😀

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Trying to smile through the contractions.17776993_10206605660780728_1690825494_o

Malcolm being weighed. He was 3.810kgs.

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Our First picture together17778647_10206605660860730_1146420042_o

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First Day in the world at the hospital.

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First cuddles with Aunty Hannah.

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First time meeting Aunty Dawney.17797935_10206605661620749_1664915309_o

Nana and Pop.

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My little lion17778702_10206605661140737_1200386332_o

Holding Daddy’s finger.17776637_10206605661580748_193245269_o

First Family picture together as three. 17778763_10206605661420744_720862753_o

Malcolm’s first selfie with mommy.13351121_1107368839319221_239639521_o

Sleep tight.13388877_1107368812652557_462833687_o

Malcolm’s first Bath. He did not enjoy it at all.17761724_10206605662100761_2111219689_o

Getting burped by Aunty Ronnie17776596_10206605662820779_1244626341_o

Sleep time. 13383692_1107368625985909_1813677255_o

16 thoughts on “Malcolm’s Birth Story

  1. Congrats on the birth of your sweet little boy! Isn’t it amazing, when we think we cano longer do it, and all of a sudden it just happens and we push that baby out!! I say that after birthing a baby, I can do anything! I also had a midwife

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  2. These pictures are beautiful! What a wonderful story to capture on your blog! It’s so nice to have these memories forever =)

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