Congratulations Lainey, Privet, Sancerrre!
So Rocky was born on Sat evening, as indicated by my elliptical post partum message 4.6kg/10.3lb. (Rocky's his nn, full name unusual so won't post cos anyone googling it would find this thread, but posted it before. 6th century Cornish saint. Tamed a wolf.)
Labour complete opposite from last time's 48hr marathon. I was pretty much in transition by the time I had the sense to call the mw. It didn't even hurt until then. When she examined me I expected her to say 4cm, but was fully dilated and head there. Didn't have time for pool, or even gas and air. TENS machine worked all the way to the end, astonishingly, even though I must have been almost fully dilated by the time I put it on. Last hour was painful, but perfectly manageable with DH and doula's help. Pushing difficult cos huge baby, but once I was squatting instead of on all 4s he came out nicely.
Scary bit then: only one mw had arrived, cos everything went so quickly. Rocky needed some resuscitation, which didn't worry me but terrified poor husband. Only a few breaths and he was pink again but a nasty moment. I had pph at the same time. So two sets of paramedics in house within 4 mins of birth, Rocky and DH whisked off to hospital for checks, mw got placenta out and I stopped bleeding. I was absolutely fine, thought birth had gone brilliantly, was v well looked after and stitched up, knew Rocky was perfectly ok cos mw not worried about him at all. Poor DH had scary trip to hospital, lots of bad memories from DS1's experience. But Cambridge hospital excellent staff all really kind.
After stitching (pretty extensive, I fear) and shower, mw spent about an hour squeezing colostrum from me which doula took to hosp for Rocky. In the morning my mother, DS1, and I went to hosp. R latched on straightaway and we managed to prise him out of the system and get him home later that day.
Seems v ironic that mws quite concerned it had all been v traumatic for me, when actually about a million times better than last time in London, when no-one gave a shit.
Rocky adorable, feeding All The Time, DS1 taking it pretty well.
Milky, confused, hormonal advent greetings to everyone. Good luck, still-to-pops.