Aw shucks, thanks for asking about me , right, for those interested/nosey, here's JJ's story.
Came back to UK, not 'for the birth', but because we were still awaiting handover of our new apartment, plus DH's job not 100% recession-proof at that point, in fact advised by his boss it might be wise for me to return home ;-(. So made decision to fly back & stay w/parents at 35 weeks - the latest airlines will permit lest you deliver midair. Admitted to hospital for high blood pressure at 38 weeks, didn't leave til 11 days later with babeinarms. Natural birth, induced, very intense, and only gasandair as I felt the need to push before I could say "epidural?" Chr1$ta11fu**ingmighty it was painful, and midwife declared afterwards I'd 'got away with' small grazes - didn't feel like small grazes...
Mum was my totally unprepared but totally perfect birthing partner, and now has very special bond with DD because of it. DD stayed in hospital for 4 days altogether, reason being she came out, was put onto me, took one breath,and decided that was enough, nurse shouted 'floppy baby', I went into banshee panic mode screaming 'tell me my baby is ok', and didn't get to meet her properly til 1 hour later once she'd been resussed and me cleaned up. Never textbook is it? There was also a risk of group b strep which isn't routinely checked for in UK, but doc in Dubai had tested for a few weeks previous - no time to administer the necessary antibiotics by IV during my 6 hour labour - induced at 10am, born at 4pm, they had to keep her in for observation in special care, so I did the ward run for middle of the night feedings. Seems a long time ago now.
Birthweight 5lb15. Quite cross at NHS lack of attention to detail. Doc in Dubai had scanned at 35 wks and warned of small baby, midwife in UK dismissed this as nonsense on the strength of measuring my belly - wtf? - not v scientific - grrrr.
DH flew back on the 2nd day to see us, by some big conspiracy between my family, as I wasn't expecting him til the 5th day, nice surprise though after I'd got over the shock, and we spent a good 10 days together before he had to go back to UAE. As it turned out, DH job had been secured, boss having made sure he was going to be on site for the remainder of the project. And we pushed for an early handover of the apartment, so moved back when DD was 6 weeks old. Never been a happier reunion.
Hope you won't hate me - no stretch marks, and regained ppg weight in 2 weeks, though not hard when you start out at over 14st. Still BFing - no bottle, but nurses weighing DD every week to ensure on track - am being the hellish bolshy mum trying to persuade them that the new WHO weightgain chart renders theirs useless, but they won't have it, and are still using the old ones for bottlefed babies. At 10lb DD is now just into 0-3mth clothes, except sleepsuits which are too darned short - gets tall genes from me and DH. Still, I have this niggling worry about it all, so whilst everyone else is trying to get their DCs to sleep through, we know that given half a chance our DD will, but have to set alarm for 3hourly feeds for her weightgain to remain steady.
So that's meeeeee see you around and hope to get to know you all too. JJ