“You never know how strong you are, until being strong is your only choice”.
After Thomas’ traumatic entrance into the world, he spent his first night in the world away from me, in the neonatal unit. This was incredibly hard, I was downstairs on the ward recovering myself and I really struggled. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever experienced, being apart from my baby, who I waited so long for. That night lasted forever, I could hear the mum’s and the other babies. I kept waking in the night, thinking I could hear him crying and I couldn’t find my baby. But it was the other babies. I could hear them comforting their babies and I knew my baby was upstairs and I couldn’t comfort him. This hurts my heart to think about even now.
“9 months preparing…to fall in love for a lifetime”.
As many of you may know, I’ve had my beautiful baby boy Thomas John Mitchell. He was born on Wednesday 28th November, at 11:41am. Things didn’t go as planned, I guess they rarely do. It’s taken me a while to feel fully ready to share the whole story with you. It was 7 weeks ago now that my life changed forever, 7 weeks ago I became a mummy and 7 weeks ago I had my son.
“Labour is the only blind date, where you know you’ll meet the love of your life”.
I’ve been meaning to sit down and write this for quite a while. I started writing my hospital bag list quite a while a go, and was pretty much packed by around 32 weeks pregnant. However, I kept getting things out, adding things to it and pretty much just rearranging it for the last few weeks. I have finally finished, zipped it up and it’s ready to go. Thankfully… as i’m being induced tomorrow.
So I decided to write another list…
Having your first baby is definitely daunting, it’s definitely exciting and your definitely going to end up with way too many things! Especially if you’re like me… I love a list and love going shopping.
Look at all the food…I can’t eat…
Asides from my severe pelvic girdle pain, my pregnancy was going quite smoothly. At my first antenatal appointment (booking in appointment) I was considered a very low risk pregnancy and not at an increased risk of gestational diabetes (something I hadn’t heard of before). So that was that, or so I thought…
One last adventure for the two of us, before our new adventure begins…
It was coming up to our first wedding anniversary and we weren’t sure how we wanted to mark the occasion. I was in my second trimester, but feeling quite good, so we decided to book a baby moon! We thought it would be a lovely way to celebrate our first anniversary, spending some quality time the two of us before baby arrives.
Suddenly, you were my everything!
The first trimester was hard and as I moved into the second trimester, I noticed a massive difference in how I was feeling. I felt more like me, the old, non pregnant me. In fact, apart from my lower back and hip aching at the end of a long day, I don’t think I had many symptoms at all, to start with.
Pink or blue?
Since myself and Mr Mitchell have been together, we had always talked about having a family. We were both so over the moon to be expecting our pea, we didn’t mind if they were a boy or girl. Many people asked if we had a preference, and the truth is I didn’t. I just wanted our baby to be healthy. However, I had always imagined my first child being a boy.
Deciding how to share our news was incredibly exciting. We decided after our private scan, at 7 weeks, that we were ready to tell our parents they were going to be grandparents! I found some lovely mugs with Nan and Granddad on and we surprised them with them. I was so excited to share our news, but also nervous. It started to feel very real and I knew we still had a little way to go before we were out of the first trimester. But they are our nearest and dearest, and we wanted to share our journey with them. I will never forget their faces, I don’t think they were expecting it and we couldn’t have asked for a better response. I loved showing them the picture of our little pea, even if I did have to show my Dad which part was which!
Growing a tiny human is exhausting!
12 precious weeks.
It feels like I’ve been pregnant for years…and yet at the same time it still feels like only yesterday we got that positive pregnancy test. Most people who don’t know me and are reading this (if that’s anyone apart from me!), will probably think I’m just starting my pregnancy, having only just started my blog. In fact, I’m currently 29 weeks pregnant and taking this chance to remember the journey I’ve come along. I’m trying to catch up before my baby arrives.