Hello all. Sorry for the disappearing act, hopefully all will become clear... And before I get to my rather long and self absorbed post huge huge congrats to all the new arrivals and speedy arrival best wishes to everyone else. I've read through a weeks worth of postings but have forgotten everything. D'oh.
So before I start I should say that I'm lying here at 1am with my darling, beautiful baby girl next to me and she was absolutely worth every minute of it but I'd be lying if I said the last week or so wasn't the hardest of my life, bar none. I'm feeling very fragile about what I'm about to write and could do with some virtual hugs, which seems very selfish after disappearing for so long but if there's any going they'd be very well received.
So, having been told my entire pregnancy I 'wouldn't go to term' (bicornuate uterus plus recurrent uti necessitating 5 lots of ab's plus 12 days in hospital) by the time I woke up at 40 plus 1 I was crawling up the Walls (daft I'm hindsight but there you go). Dh had actually been allowed back early from exercise in the states but only had 10 days or so at home so I was really starting to feel the pressure and the very real prospect of him having to return before she arrived. But, on the Saturday morning we were wrestling with the bloody space age pram when I had a bloody show. The relief was immense but I knew it could be a while so we decided to go for a nice last lunch at our favourite pub. Got back about 1pm and starting gushing bright red blood. Cue panic
and going straight to hospital. Had been there about 40 mins and just given an internal when my waters went quite dramatically. They decided to keep me in but I didn't start contracting till about 9pm sat (ie 5 hrs later) and they weren't regular so they sent me home until a) they became regular or b) I would be induced at 8.30am sun. They werent regular at all so back we all went (dh and birth partner) next day. Was given prostin at 12 and things kicked off but I was only dilating at 1/2 cm an hour. Then at about 6pm Sunday it all started to go very pear shaped. Her heart rate started dipping dangerously with every contraction and they very quickly switched to head monitoring and prepped me for an emcs (cue me in floods of hysterical tears every time I contracted and saw her little heart rate slow dramatically and then slowly recover). After about 40 mins of this though she improved and they moved me to a private room and whacked me full of syntocin. I laboured through the night and had the full works, g and a, pethidine and an epidural. Somehow my angel of a mw (who never left my side except for 20mins in her 14 hrs or so there) knew exactly when enough was enough and gave me what I needed. By 1pm or so Monday (yes, nearly 48 hours later!) I was fully dilated and the dr told me to rest for an hr before pushing. Only then two things happened in quick succession: 1) they discovered she was back to back, head up and 2) her heart rate started to decelerate like mad again. The dr had disappeared after granting me my hr break but came back like a shot with a 'we need to get this baby out now' mentality. I was told I could push once with the ventouse and if she wasn't budging it was straight to theatre. Of course she was stuck fast and I was absolutely knackered so theatre it was. 2 more attempts with the ventouse and then it was emcs where we discovered her cord round her neck. She finally arrives at 2.44pm. 
Having thought that was the end of it I then had a bloody nightmare 3 days where variously great mw's would keep my pain under control, others would completely let it drift but it transpires the bicornuate thing means extra special pain helpings for me. Took me an hour and a half to get up the first time
. BUT my body never ceases to amaze me and every day is a 100% improvement on the last. Livia Rose is the best behaved baby in the world and after a tough few first days feeding as she swallowed a load of mucus were getting there with a mixture of breast, expressed and formula top up. It works for us and despite run ins with several mw's I'm standing my ground.
Dh left yesterday to complete his exercise and the combination of that plus remembrance Sunday in an army house plus hormones was a bit lethal but he'll be back well in time for Christmas which were both very much looking forward to.
In the meantime me and Livvy are spending good quality girl bonding time 
Anyways, time for bed. Sorry for complete self absorption and like I said on fb THANK YOU for all your various words of wisdom over 9 months. Tis amazing what pops into your head at hour 38! 