So our son was born and he is a beauty (yes this is spoken like a true mom) the chubbiest cheeks and rosebud mouth you just want to eat him up 🙂
He was born via c-section on Friday, April 5, 2013…weighing 3.4kgs YES he is a big'en…
Because my life was clearly written by out of work script writers, I arrived on Friday morning to the realisation that what I thought were braxton hicks accompanied by NERVES the previous night were actual contractions I WAS IN LABOUR!
Then we come to find that the ordeal I went through with Logan had left a thinning scar/spot/section (I'm no medical professional and I was out of it when this was explained to me) in my uterus which threatened to rupture if I were to give birth naturally…which would have been the case if I moved c-section to today in order to attend my aunts funeral…
I like to think she played a hand in keeping me/us safe because shortly before her death she told me that she would always be looking after me and Aidan…and if it wasn't for fact that I knew she wouldn't want me to move things around or "take any chances" I would have "tried to hold out" and end up in a heap of trouble…
Things aren't all rosey though, Aidan is in NICU he has something referred to as wet lung (google it, it's a real thing-i was surprised to find) he is attached to pipes and what not and my heart breaks to see him like this 🙁
We don't get to hold him much, so every cuddle and every hug is THAT much more important (see pics of us finally getting to hold him…)
I'm getting discharged from hospital but will be boarding from today until hospital runs out of room or Aidan is well enough to leave…the latter being first prize…I will be hanging so I can feed him on demand, very fast food franchise like, problem is, no-one told my breasteses that I have to fEed someone because like a lactose free sundae THERE IS NO MILK (see picture of me in cow pajamas, which I packed because it is comfy but turns out to just be painfully ironic, or is it coincidental-Alanis Morissette messed up ironic in my head)
Anyway, we are keeping the faith even though having yet another baby in NICU has Rob and I both feeling like we want to kidnap him and go home and just cuddle we know it's best to have him where doctors can help heal him…
My patience is fading fast though, had a 3 second meltdown last night as I could hear him moaning (my room is next to NICU) but it was like 1 in the morning and I didn't want to interfere with nurses…
Really hope he gets to go home soon, actually more than hope! I PRAY and BELIEVE he will accompany me home soon 🙂
Oh and If you are wondering what deal is with last photo…I love it because he was under blanket with head sticking out and when Rob leaned in to take picture, Aidan's arms shot up and he covered himself…hehehe
Have a good week and keep us in your prayers…

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