Er...I woke up at 2am on Saturday morning thinking I might be in labour, got to the hospital at 3.30am and baby Alice was born at 4.15am with no drugs and lots of screaming and shouting (from me). I was very naughty and didn't listen to the midwife and pant - four big pushes and she was out, I had a small but messy tear that they spent ages stitching up. It was all fast and furious but such a lovely birth compared to dd1's transverse op horror. They discharged me at 11am later that morning so we were back home for lunch.
Needless to say she's completely gorgeous and I am besotted. She weighed 8.1 and looks like an eskimo baby, lots of black hair, dark blue slanty eyes and lovely big red cheeks.
She cried constantly for the first night, constantly wanting to feed and then chewing her hands so I gave her 3oz of formula and since then she's been an angel. My milk has just started to come in and she seems fine on that now.
Dd1 is being very difficult and naughty bless her, she's really feeling it. Dreading next week when I'll have no help around the house AND its nursery half term - doh!