Mum commented that I may be
having a 4th of July baby but that wasn't to be as I was in labour the rest of
the night. I did call Marc eventually as mum wasn't being a lot of help
and just sat in a chair watching the whole proceedings. Marc came and
held me still as I tried rolling on fit balls, sitting in the shower and
whatever else could be a natural remedy for my pain. Eventually I gave in and
used gas and early the next morning Mitchell was born.
I remember I had a share room and was walking up the hall to the toilet when I thought I heard Mitchell cry. A nurse stopped me half running up the hall and asked if I was ok. I must of looked a wreck and said, 'no, not really, I have been awake in labour all night', I confided, close to tears. She came back with me and I fed Mitchell then she took him to the nursery for the next three hours so I could sleep. That was the longest sleep I would really have for the next 5 months.
The next day a nurse came in to check on me and my stitches. I began to cry and she asked if she was hurting me. I said no, but I was just upset about things. She told me she could send a councillor before I left.
The main reason I was upset was that an hour earlier I'd had my first visitors, two police officers. They explained to me that there had been a scuffle in the cafe downstairs between my mother, her boyfriend and my 'boyfriend'. The police were called and they needed to ask me some questions. I couldn't believe what was going on. I wanted the ground to suck me up so I could disappear, but I now had brought a little life into all this and I was feeling very overwhelmed by the responsibility and annoyed with myself for being in this position.
I remember I had a share room and was walking up the hall to the toilet when I thought I heard Mitchell cry. A nurse stopped me half running up the hall and asked if I was ok. I must of looked a wreck and said, 'no, not really, I have been awake in labour all night', I confided, close to tears. She came back with me and I fed Mitchell then she took him to the nursery for the next three hours so I could sleep. That was the longest sleep I would really have for the next 5 months.
The next day a nurse came in to check on me and my stitches. I began to cry and she asked if she was hurting me. I said no, but I was just upset about things. She told me she could send a councillor before I left.
The main reason I was upset was that an hour earlier I'd had my first visitors, two police officers. They explained to me that there had been a scuffle in the cafe downstairs between my mother, her boyfriend and my 'boyfriend'. The police were called and they needed to ask me some questions. I couldn't believe what was going on. I wanted the ground to suck me up so I could disappear, but I now had brought a little life into all this and I was feeling very overwhelmed by the responsibility and annoyed with myself for being in this position.
I stayed in the hospital for 2 weeks and was
even moved to a private room. Maybe the staff felt sorry for me and luckily
they had room. I did some classes on bathing and caring for babies and feeding
and was feeling a little more confident by the time I went home.
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