Hello lovely readers, I hope this post finds you well. Those of you that follow me on instagram will know from the continual stream of baby spam that baby Jack made his appearance a little over a month ago now. So I thought it was about time that I introduced him here on the blog before sharing some of the little bits I have been busy making for him over the past few months.
I had planned to write this post a while ago and these photos are actually from his first week at home with us but I seem to have been very preoccupied cuddling and staring at the little chap, and taking way too many pictures! He’s a teeny little baby, I ended up being induced a week early as they were worried about how small he was and wanted to get him out, they weren’t wrong he was only 2.55kg! They don’t actually know why he was so mini and everything with him was absolutely fine, despite the cord being wrapped around his neck twice and his arm once- clearly he was busy practicing his cattle roping for the rodeo in there!
I wasn’t particularly keen on being induced as the word on the street is that it makes labour much more painful and often very long winded. The consultant confirmed that these rumours were true and warned me I was likely looking at a 36 hour labour and strongly advised I had an epidural for the increased pain. So I went to the hospital armed with two knitting projects and plenty of episodes of Heartland to watch during the first 24 hours when nothing much is likely to happen and very happy with the plan for an epidural nice and early on in the proceedings. I watched about ten minutes of Heartland and didn’t knit a single stitch as before I had the chance I embarked upon a very quick five hour labour of instant, back to back contractions. The anaesthetist never turned up so I never got my epidural, I forgot every scrap of my lovely pregnancy yoga, breathing and visualisation and spent the entire time on my back entirely overwhelmed by the pain and unable to imagine how my mother and sister have both done it three times! I did manage to shove my earphones in at one point to listen to Kacey Musgraves very VERY loudly which I am sure was more helpful than the gas and air which as far as i could tell did very little other than give me something to sink my teeth into and make me slightly dizzy. My husband came away from the experiences with more than a couple of bruises and let’s just say that the poor midwife who had to break it to me that the anaesethist was M.I.A. is very lucky to still be alive. By the time I was pushing I had well and truly decided that Jack was going to be an only child.
And then I met this little chap…
and I would happily do it ten times over.
He has huge big navy eyes, a tiny little nose and seems very partial to milk.
He rarely cries but makes lots of funny little squeaky noises.
When he’s not asleep his favourite thing to do is stare at the sky out of the window.
We think he is really pretty perfect.
Gatsby hasn’t quite decided what he makes of the new creature living in the house, but is very relieved that he doesn’t seem to eat any of his dentasticks.
In these pictures Jack is wrapped in a lovely blanket my mother knitted for him and is lying on a patchwork quilt I made during my pregnancy. I’ll be back soon with a post about them both and some of his handmade clothes.
Thanks so much for reading