My Biggest little girl Olivia, she made me a mummy and the person I am today and I can't thank her or love her more.
She lights up all our lives and makes us laugh every single day. She drives me crazy also as she is 3 going on 13! But I honestly wouldn't change any of it for the universe!
My pregnancy with Olivia was text book (eventually……for a little while) at the start we had bleeding as lots of mummies do, few scares but all was good. Till about 30 weeks.
Then the swelling of the ankles started, I literally couldn't fit shoes on some days. I worked in a go surgery in the office so that was ok as long as I got to work it was fine haha! I had already decided to stop work at 34 weeks as I really did feel it, first pregnancy at 35yrs old and I wasn't the fittest I'd been and I found it tough. Then with the swollen ankles/feet I made the decision to stop sooner, I was seriously struggling but couldn't understand why. I'd checked out all ok at the midwife appointments and working at gp surgery I had info and support from professionals on tap.
So I had my last day on the Friday at 32 weeks, after a relaxing weekend I was chilling on my bed on the Monday evening and "pop" well not literally but suddenly I felt wet!
My waters had broken at 32 weeks with absolutely no warning!
No pain, no bleeding, no reduced movement. Nothing. I was sharing a house with my brother at the time and called down to him. He is a legend my brother, he was so so calm. Even sniffed the bed as he thought I'd just wet myself and didn't want me panicking lol!!!! (Feel free to gag here as most people do when I tell them haha!) but once confirmed by him I had not we then called my now husband and the hospital and then started the mad dash of the 50min journey to hospital. Still no pains luckily but oh my days the longest drive EVER!
Once there and checked etc we were told I needed the absolutely hell of steroid shots, seriously the worst pain I have ever experienced. We were told it was likely she would arrive in the next 24hrs but as labour hadn't started yet it was a sit and wait game. They were going to get me ready for possible delivery and then with a mobile scan to check she was ok they found out she was breech as well!! Aaaggghhhh! That was that, after chats with doctors and nurses we agreed a c section was the safest way for her to come out especially as she now had zero (their words) fluid around her.
As we were so far away it was decided the next day I should stay in hospital until she came, potential 4/5 weeks as we were trying to keep her in till 37 weeks.
After almost 3 weeks and going home for a 2 night rest (sleeping on the delivery ward is no joke 🙈) my labour started naturally at 35 weeks on the morning of my pre op and hospital check! I was told I wasn't in labour after being hooked up to a machine and pains stopping when I laid down. Was told to go have some lunch and go to my appointment as normal, 45 mins later I collapsed on the floor apparently and had dilated to 8cm, the pain was immense! I was given gas and air and was like that for approx about 45 mins all in all until epidural and baby being whisked out.
She wasn't breathing for the first min and it felt longer than my entire pregnancy. That cry for the first time was amazing and unreal at the same time, I hadn't layer eyes on her at that point and had t keep telling myself that's my baby crying.
5lb 6oz on Friday 13th June 3:35pm, my life truly began.
We came home together the following Monday night and she dropped to 4lb 15oz and then has thrived ever since!
She had turned 3 and been at pre school a year now and is such a happy, confident, smiling, caring and loving little girl. She also knows her own mind and loves her little sister fiercely.
I could not be prouder of her and burst with pride when ever I talk about her. I will miss her so much when she starts school full time next year, but I'm so so excited to see the amazing person she is growing into.