Sorry for the delay in announcing...
Monica was born 4.45am Monday 5th May, weighing 7lb7oz. Life has just been a little hectic since!
I knew my date (6th) was more accurate than the scan date (12th) and that dh leaving for Spain on the 1st was really quite a bad idea...he missed the birth but it all worked out well.
5.10am Sunday 4th I woke feeling a little damp and with a contraction...nnnnooo! slight panic was creeping up on me. I had 3 contractions that hour so phoned my midwife at 9am, she came out but was quite sure it was my waters not just a show. I hung around all day with the odd sporadic contraction, in major denial almost refused to believe it was happening while dh was so far away, so just got on and cleaned the house! Midwife came back at 4pm and as we're an hour and a half from hospital suggested i go through to my Mum's as even though I was likely to go in to labour within 24 hrs if not they wanted to see me in hospital the next morning due to risk of infection etc. So I got the car and ds all packed up and headed off at 8 pm, contractions now every 20 mins or so...got a whopper going over a level crossing! Got to Mums and put on the TENS, hung around till midnight and finally admitted I was actually going to have this baby tonight so better go to hospital, my sister came with me. 1am- only 2cm dilated! I could have cried!! After a few checks they sent me down to the ward for some rest but within half an hour things had really kicked off and I needed to get back up for some gas and air! Got to labour suite at 3am, only 5cm dilated but contractions very strong, much more intense this time, started pushing at 4.30am and 15 minutes later my perfect little girl was born.
Dh finally made it home at midday on the Wednesday, we'd stayed in so he could collect us, and everything's brilliant. It was a wierd time, not having him there and I really felt for ds all confused though he did very well and Grandma's but we're just the perfect little family now and it hasn't bothered us at all.
MIL threw a bombshell at dh though, only 6 hrs after meeting his little girl, she phoned him in tears "I can't believe you could name your little girl, the most precious little thing in the world, a name like that"...are we missing something here? She really upset things but we've since decided she really is a fruitloop. Not for her opinion- each to their own and all that, but to say something like that, given the circumstances, to your own son? Mad cow.
Are there any bad associations out there we're missing...? Anyway, we love it!