Joe arrives, in words and pictures

5am-ish: Deird woke me to tell me her waters had broken, contractions were happening and that we should go to hospital. It might have been earlier, but I spept through the early drama. We bundled Poppy into the car, along with some hastily packed bags and headed for the Royal Infirmary.

Once at hospital Julie met up with us, and looked after Poppy for the day, whilst Deird went quickly into Triage then the Labour ward.   (Thanks Julie- you’re a star! )

Early on, it was painful for Deird, so quite quickly they put in an epidural, and made the whole thing much less traumatic.

Above- Christine (our super midwife) and Deird chat, after the epidural has gone in. (it was getting towards lunch-time, and I think they talked about how good a Greg’s sausage roll and sandwich for lunch would be.)

At 6pm-ish after a full days labouring, the doctors finally confirmed that jnr wasn’t going to be born natuarally, and that it was operation time. So off to theatre we went. Me in a set of badly fitting scrubs, Deird on a trolley. At 7:30pm-ish Joe (our current working title) was born. He weighed in at 8lbs 3oz, and 57cm long- Heavier and longer than his big sister. (I had to look it up on the blog- Poppy was 7lbs 10oz and 51cm)

Joe was born with a head full of red/sandy hair-\he’s either going to be very blond, or very ginger- we don’t know yet!

Not long after the birth- Joe & Deird back in the recovery ward.

Proud mum-

And Joe. soooo tiny. I forgot how wee they are when new-born.

Let’s not forget Poppy- She was with Neil, Julie, Finn & Jared having a great time whilst all of the hospital drama was carrying on.

 There’s more to the story that this of course, but it’s late, and I need sleep.  A proper update later. I’ve not mentioned our manic drive across Edinburgh, Poppy being sick in the car, or the words cervix, dialation, medication and dehydration- all of which I’ll fill in later. Goodnight.