It happened, He’s here, and he’s perfect. And yes, HE!

First, Sorry for the delay. My “textbook” surgery hit a few hiccups and as a result, I’ve been laying flat on my back for a better part of a week. I will continue to be doing this for another 8 or so days, but shall explain after the expected photo of the newest, healthy member of our family.

 Oliver Zachary King, Born 9.26am, Wednesday 24th November weighing 2680 grams, or 5 pound 15 ounces. He has beautiful blue eyes, brown hair and has spent the past week being a perfectly placid baby.

Ollie, as he is affectionately known spent two and a half days in the special care nursery for low blood sugar levels. At one point he did have to be canulated, but quickly improved and was back with me on the ward by Saturday lunch time.

I on the other hand, have had some issues.

The epidural needle punctured my spinal fluid, causing a leak which messed with the pressures in the fluid around my brain. It’s left me with debilitating headaches that even regular doses of Morphine could not, for the first five days touch. The anethetist did try and patch the leak, with a “blood patch”, but thanks to the appalling state of my veins after my weekly IVIG treatments, was only able to get 11ml of blood, instead of the required 20ml. Needless to say, I am not willing to go back and try again!

 I was eventually released with a take home prescription for drugs which are strong enough to keep me suitably dizzy and couch ridden for another 8 days. Not the nice, civil planned C-section I had hoped for.

 Consequently, I breastfed for 5 days before Oliver’s weight plummeted, and the Peads and Lactation consultant agreed that the sheer volume of extra pain drugs had probably stripped my milk of the fats needed. So Ollie takes bottles now, and is finally starting to “perk up” a little.

He makes every single ache worth it.