Friday, December 15, 2006

Our Angel...

... was born last 16th November, 5:15 am.

I was only 35 weeks pregnant.

I woke up in the middle of the night and the moment I was leaving the bed, I broke the waters.

I said to C that it was time to go.

He was going on a trip to the country with his school kids that same morning and he thought I was asking him to get up and get ready.

So I said to him again: "it is time to go... to the Hospital".

It was 3:45 am. I phoned my doctor before leaving the house. He is the same doctor who assisted me in the deliverance of my two previous kids.

Fortunately there was no traffic at all as we didn't stop at the lights.

As soon as I arrived a doctor and a nurse checked me: 5 cm dilation already.

They gave me a room where I was suppose to start with the labour period. I was there for about 20 minutes, as soon as my doctor arrived he realized that I was ready. I remember having only 5, maybe 6 strong contractions before they took me to the deliverance room.

Our baby was born after the third push.

C was with me all the time, supporting me and enjoying his first experience as a father.

The delivery was beautiful and so enjoyable.

Needless to say, I fell in love with my baby as soon as I saw him. And I fell in love with his father all over again when I saw him holding our Angel.

He had a hard start as he was born too early and his lungs were not mature enough. So initially, he had breathing difficulties and due to that, he had to be assisted with oxygen.

We stayed in Hospital for nearly a week and I couldn't breast feed him properly until the fourth day. Fortunatelly, he is a healthy and strong baby and his weight was so good (even when he was born more than a month earlier) that, after a week of proper cares, he could overcome these difficulties succesfully.

He is a beautiful boy. Of course, every parent think their baby is the most beautiful creature in this world. But, what can I say? My baby is beautiful. He is like a little C. With very light hair, very blue eyes and that beautiful tiny mouth.

Now, every night before going to bed, I contemplate my three sleeping kids and it brings tears to my eyes to see how beautiful they are.

I am so lucky... and so grateful.

PS: As you can imagine life is busy. In adition to that, I have no much access to internet at home as C is not very happy when I use his pc (for the obvious reasons you may be thinking about). He leans over my shoulder when I write and I am not comfortable with this, even when I don't pretend to hide this blog to him. So sorry again for the delay in posting. Hope you could understand. x