I had a baby

So – I had a baby. The most incredible experience. I don’t really know where to start.

I’m sorry for anyone that followed this blog for my radio silence since…… about August last year. Life happened, and blogging fell by the wayside. I’m back!!

Blessed we were last May to find out that Little H would be making an appearance this February. As a nurse, I as much as I was excited, was petrified. Petrified something would go wrong. I didn’t allow myself to get excited until the 20 week scan was over. At that point, I was getting pretty big pretty quickly, and allowed myself to feel it was all real. And from that moment, I loved pregnancy. Well…… I say loved! I loved the growing bump, the kick and flutters, and the full on pregnancy glow! I have never had such long, thick hair 🙌🏻

I will be honest …… the back ache that crippled me off clinical duties at work, the heart burn, the persistent insomnia, the pillow fort I built every night, and what I can only describe as ‘moving the titanic’ every time I rolled over, or wanted to get off the sofa was hard work!! I didn’t love those aspects, but the good outweighed the bad. And I was surrounded by the most fantastic bosses at work who protected me in the kindest ways possible, a seriously supportive husband, and made some what I can only hope will be life long friends at NCT, along with the fabulous girls already in my life.

Maternity leave flew by, a blur of nesting, walks, coffee dates, and eating A LOT of cake. This time was amazing, not only did I manage to paint my nails a different colour every 3-4 days, but fully embraced ‘me’ time, it was bliss.

And so after being induced, Little H arrived on February 15th at 0740. One beautiful, wide eyed, 7lb, bundle of loveliness. I don’t know how you describe labour and those days afterwards. A blur. A blur that’s clouded with so much love that you can’t see any further than your little persons face through the sleep deprivation and learning how to read the manual for your bundle that doesn’t exist! It was wonderful.

Little H in non Heathcote, or Bayliss style lost weight, (as so many babies do in those first few days), and project weight gain commenced. We chose to breast feed Little H, and this I can honestly stay is the hardest thing I have EVER done. Sore nipples, continuous on and off feeding, day & night, expressing, hand expressing, topping up – I felt like Daisy the cow. Thank God for Mr H being my sidekick, cheer leader, snack provider, and tea maker every hour of the day!

But we’re surviving! We have had three and a half weeks of wonderful paternity leave getting out and about (see Mr H’s blog Pedals and Pushchairs for our adventures so far) Tomorrow is solo day 1. Let’s see if I can get out of the house in one piece. Wish me luck!!!!

Lots of Love,

Mrs Heatho x

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