What a crazy 24 hours it has been. I started this post two nights ago.
Two days ago:
After visiting the Doctor for a CTG and scan the doctor decided the baby wasn’t growing and it was better if they took him out the next day. I am currently 38.2 weeks but the baby’s stomach is at 34 weeks and the head at 35 weeks and the leg at 36 weeks. He weighs a tiny 2200 grams 😦
On the drive home I am silently preparing my bag, final paperwork and who we are going to call to organise a few things whilst we are away etc.. argh… We are going to parents tomorrow!!
My husband excitedly exclaims ‘how do we organise a sign for the front garden this quickly?!’. (bless him, only seeing the fun side of everything!)
In Holland you plant a sign with the baby’s name in the front garden so your neighbours know to come over to visit for the traditional biscuit (rusk with chocolate hail, blue for boys, pink for girls), 2 coffees and to meet the baby.
We decided to keep the early delivery of Thomas a secret as a surprise for the family would be nice. I have been lying to people all day about how the scan was fine and we’ll go back in a couple of days for another!
I started this journey on the good side of 35, now I’m well over 35 but on the good side of 40! I am definitely jaded and have dealt with every emotion that goes with pregnancy, miscarriage and IVF. Yet I sit here feeling my non-growing baby kicking, with a growing sense of excitement about tomorrow. Its really about to happen!..
I was wheeled into the OR at 9am. I promptly fainted after feeling some tugging on the belly! I’m a good fainter so this was to be expected. The spinal and op went well. Little Thomas was born at 9.18am he was slightly bigger than expected at 2645 grams and 52cm. Tall and skinny like his Dad!
What a surreal experience. I need to get back in it….
*Friends decorated our front yard with signs yesterday!!