Hello ladies, I see I have been stalked
. It's lovely to have you all so interested!
I have indeed had a gorgeous baby girl, Freya Alexandra, born on Monday 22nd at 14.41, weighing in at 7lb7oz. She is completely beautiful, amazing big sapphire blue eyes, slightly cross eyed whilst she can't focus. Very cute. Currently sleeping on daddy after milking me for all she's worth for the last two hours.
Labour was an absolute marathon. Started contracting in the early hours of Friday morning, between 5-20mins apart until Sunday eve when we went in to get checked. Found I was 2-3 cm and on the brink of finally going into established labour. We went home and things ramped up overnight and we went back into the maternity unit at 4am when I was 5cm.
By 8.30am I'd got to 7-8cm (apparently my cervix is hard to assess?!) and asked for the gas and air and got in the pool. From here it all gets a bit hazy in my mind. I think I went a bit loopy with pain and tiredness. I remember fantasising about death and caesareans and occasionally pleading to be shot. I also remember demanding (and getting!) cold scabby toast with blackcurrant jam
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1pm they made me get out of the pool to be assessed again, I was 10cm, hurrah! Waters then went, but there was meconium in them so I wasn't allowed back in the water. I was told to start pushing when I felt the urge. Still not sure I believe in the urge to push, I didn't get one. I just wanted the whole thing over so pushed whilst bellowing in a way I didn't know I could...
Madam finally arrived at 14.41, all wet and wriggly and crying 
I was really lucky to have just a very small first degree tear and some grazes, no stitching required. Perineal massage was worth it!
We've been really struggling to establish feeding. I think the long labour knackered her too much. So she's a bit jaundiced, but we're now making progress. She's got a bit of a recessed lower jaw so a tendency to suck her bottom lip which makes it hard to latch her on. I seem to have an over supply of milk so having to express before each feed to make a nipple accessible for her, otherwise it's like trying to latch a kitten onto a football! But we are getting there. Muchos success this afternoon getting her to take loads of milk and I managed to latch her (about 60 times as she constantly takes herself off again to look around!) all by myself . DH has had to be a second pair of hands up until now, squashing nipples or attaching baby.
She is so so lovely and we are ridiculously proud 
Hope you are all well xx