The wait is finally over, and I’d like to introduce Baby Missy C. If you had been following my TwEets, you’d know now that she is 1 week old! I’m doing well, and so is baby though she is alittle Jaundice… and well, with Melbourne weather, its been alittle hard to get her into the sun. Doesn’t help either that its freezing outside and I’m in confinement. Hmm… will update on her condition. Ah… chinese baby also have yellow skin problems…

Well, Baby Missy C arrived to no surprise… when we least expected it. Our family had just had a wonderful family time together playing Taboo and indulging in wine and cheeses. Boys won… and yes “They are the more superior gender*” (*Disclaimer: only applies to Taboo … for that night!). I went to bed first, and for the first time in so many weeks, I fell asleep really soundly and without much bother. But only to be awaken… to my water breaking. It was like I’d wet my pants, and I couldn’t help it, NOR stop it. LOL… turning to Dave, it took me 3 attempts to wake Dave. He’d had one to many glasses and was obviously in deep deep drunken sleep. As he woke, I could hear that he wasn’t too sure what to do (blame it on the sudden wake-up dream state feeling, or the alcohol), I had to instruct him to call the hospital, tell them my water broke, pack the car with the bags, pass me a towel, get me a pad, get dressed, and get mum, or someone SOBER enough to drive me to the hospital. All of which, was told while I was sitting on the loo….drip drip dripping away.

The ride to the hospital seemed like it took ages, although it was literally down the road, 7 mins away. My contractions started and mum had the pedal to the metal. As I watched the spedometer rise, my heart rate went up and blood pressure went up as the petrol light lit up. We hit two red lights. BOTH I asked if we could run. We waited. OMG… we’re having a baby! Adrenaline kicks in, my heart rate continues to rise. Contraction again, this time… more intense….panic! We reached the hospital, I get out of the car… and through my controlled deep breathing, I hear Dave huffing and puffing “heee heee whooo…”. I’m thinking WTF? I’m the one having the baby and you’re the one sounding like you’re having the baby. Ring the intercom, and the automatic doors opened. Sigh of relief. I’m in good hands now.

The rest of the labour, I will skip on the details, but it was pretty standard. Contraction, pain, contemplate on pain relief, which one?, contraction, pain, contemplate epidural. Contraction, pain, asked for gas. Contraction, pain, look over to Dave and mum… BOTH asleep on the couches. BLOODY heck! Contraction, pain, OH THINK of names! Wake the sleepy heads. Contraction, pain, discussed names (look out for the next post to why and how we chose Missy C).  Contraction, pain. Breathe. Contraction, pain. Check dialiation. 5cm… Contraction, pain. Half an hour later… PUSH… CONTRACTION… PUSH… PAAAAAIIIINNNNN…. and then… HELLO BABY CHARLOTTE.

Friends have asked what this was like, and I have now come to the conclusion that labour is like when you’ve consumed a heck alot of BAD BAD CURRY, and that with the feeling of being overly constipated… and you just HAVE TO POOP!

After a stitch here and there, and 3 hours later, I was up and walking all by myself… to my private room. 2 days later, we were lapping it up at Novotel Hotel. 2 more nights, and we’re at home… doing it solo.