A Stork Delivers

    

You came into the world on 22/06/2011 a day after daddy's birthday. I'd spent the last few months of my pregnancy playing the 'what if' game. What if I couldn't bond with you? What if I was struck down with PPD? What if you remained posterior and required a C-section delivery? I thanked my lucky stars when the labour was over and not one of those fears were realised. I remember feeling so alive when I saw you and heard you cry for the very first time. Despite the repeated internal exams and constant foetal monitoring which I'd not consented to and the second round of stitches required after a bungle with the first, I got some satisfaction out of delivering you drug free. In the end none of that really mattered though, because after 11 hours (much of which was spent in a kind of meditative trance) I finally got to meet you, the little person I'd been wondering about all this time. You were so lovely and not at all like the freakish alien babies from the birthing class movie which still haunt me to this day. I experienced a whole lot of emotions ranging from complete awe to utter contentment (but mostly a sense of holy heck! I am now responsible for the care of a tiny little person. Let's hope I'm up to the job.) We couldn't take our eyes off you your Daddy and I. We were as proud as punch.