raising willow… and dexter!

A is putting together Willow’s new bike while we reminisce. This time three years ago I was in the early stages of labour. I’d woken up at 5:30am with contractions, but they were irregular to say the least. They remained irregular for the rest of the day. I had a student midwife who came to our place and we went for a walk around the shopping centre but that still didn’t help. By late afternoon I was fed up and wanted to head into hospital. The student midwife checked and I was a couple of cm dilated so we went in. The midwife there suggested that we go for a walk and had one last meal as a couple while our student midwife went home and had a rest.

Willow was born at 7am the next morning. I’d asked for ARM (Artifical Rupture of Membranes) at 3am, which really got things going. I don’t remember much of what happened between 4am and 6am because I was sucking back on the gas.

She was 2810gm and had to be taken away to have her BSLs done because she was so small. I wish that I hadn’t let them take her, but I made A go with her and I was stitched up in the mean time. I was 6pound6ounces and A was 7pounds at birth, so it wasn’t unexpected that she was so small.

We knew that she had a choledocal cyst and would have to have surgery in the near future, but we were just so happy that she was with us.   I shared a hospital room with a mother who had half the city come to visit, so I was glad to get home.

She made me a mother, she changed me forever. She gave me back a mother-daughter relationship, albeit from the other end.

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