So ideally I would have updated this blog a while ago but better late than never I say. Simba, our little lion, was due on the 06.02.17; he ended up being 4 days late. He took his sweet time and kept us on the edge, the lead up to the due date was exciting, stressful and time dragged...
So how it all happened: Sarabi, my wife, had the sweep done the day after the due date. Its meant to stimulate and break the water but its not guaranteed, walking, sex and curry is supposed to help too... The day before he arrived we thought it was time, Sarabi's contractions were getting more frequent and stronger. We decided to give the hospital a visit and got his heart monitored, everything was okay and we were ready for our boy. By this point Sarabi was groaning like a goat/bull. Very amusing yet stressful, I have a sick sense of humour so half the time I was trying to not laugh. We got sent back home, she was only 1 cm dilated, and the hospital didn't want to keep her in. So back home we went. The drive home was like no other, the contractions were hectic to say the least and Sarabi was not in a good way. At this point I started pooping myself, not literally but I was scared, tired, very tired and emotional. We got home, Sarabi had a bath for comfort as the contractions were reaching peak level. She got in bed and woke me up, asked me to breathe with her, being so knackered I was tempted to turn around and say shut up let me get some sleep lol. After four hours of baths, pacing and deep breaths we decided enough was enough, back to the hospital! After a drive Louis Hamilton would have been proud of we were back at the hospital. Sarabi had said all along that she did not want an epidural, when the real pain kicked in she was demanding one... and all the drugs they could offer. She was given Pethidine and some gas and air to help ease the contractions. But once again Sarabi was now only 2 cm dilated so we were taken to an Antenatal ward to rest and wait until she was 4/5 cm dilated to have the epidural. An hour and a half of me sitting down next to Sarabi and attempting to comfort/hush her through her contractions (it was around 5 am we were on a ward full of pregnant ladies trying to sleep and Sarabi resembled a fox howling in the woods). The midwife came to do her rounds and checked up on us. The midwife checked Sarabi, looked up and said "Whatever you do don't push, your waters about to go. You are 9 cm dilated. No epidural, we are going to the Labour ward now". Now this was another woman inspecting my wife's bits, but I could not have been happier at the time with the news. We rushed to the Labour ward and the pushing began. Sidenote: As a man its good to have a non direct view, but I saw it all... Mother nature taking its course is beautiful and an eye opener. I sucked it up, I knew Sarabi had all the hard work to do. I simply sat back, put my feet up and started cracking on the popcorn, what a show....Not quite, but before I knew Simba was making his way into our world, magical, after 9 months of waiting poopy head came to join us 4 days late after about 15 mins of pushing. The weeks after involved adjusting, taking it in turns to sleep, sussing out what Simba needed and when. With most things we learn from experience, other peoples tips and Simba teaches us. The Leo pride has officially begun and it is so worth the wait. Heading to South Africa in two weeks, will be blogging on experiences of travelling with a little one. Do come back and read, you will be entertained. Keep it cool calm and collected, Hakuna matata!!!! Roaaaaaaaaar TheLeoPride.
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